Srinagar, Oct. 21 -- For me, autumn is more than just a season. It is the canvas on which my imagination paints the beauty of change and the poetry of falling leaves. After every fall, there is always a rise, and autumn reminds me of that truth. A few days ago, my son learned about the four seasons in school. He came to me excitedly and said, "Mom, tell me more about the seasons; summer, autumn, winter, and spring." So I told him about autumn, and of course one of my favourite season's.As summer's warmth softens and the first cool breeze brushes the earth, autumn arrives like a gentle poet-quiet, , beautiful and full of meaning. The season paints the world in shades of burnt orange, gold, and rust red ,reminding us that beauty often lies ...