It’s autumn now; days of misty mornings, soothing cold, refreshing and sporadic rains and shades of red, vermilion and gold leaves blowing in the wind. It feels dramatic. It reminds me of my visit to the Princeton University Campus during one such fall.
Reaching Princeton University from New York
Early in the morning we started from New York to reach Princeton. I was excited to visit this renowned university, Siddhartha’s alma mater. It was late autumn and was cold. When I reached the Princeton train station, I was greeted by the vibrant fall colors.
Wherever I looked, far, near, left or right, it almost felt as if I was walking through a painting gallery.
While Siddhartha was walking away amidst those golden leaves on two sides, I could feel those leaves whispering to me,
I depart from materials,
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
By Walt Whitman
Walking through the Princeton University campus
While walking through the Princeton university campus, exploring the Firestone library, hearing stories of Siddhartha’s Princeton days and seeing the vibrant spell spread by autumn, I felt content; I was inspired by them all. It was fulfilling, peaceful and joyous.
Fall foliage in Princeton
As of 2016, forty Nobel laureates have been affiliated with Princeton University; one of its visitors being Einstein. The heritage of this university is beyond words. While walking through its paths, I was thinking that “perhaps I am walking on the same lane where once Toni Morrison had walked”. That autumn day gathered tiny pieces of me and gave it back to me in the right order. It invigorated me.
The fallen leaves from the trees made the ground glow and burn with light. I felt I was walking on a golden carpet. I simply loved the crunching sound of leaves under my feet in a quiet university campus.
Park like campus of Princeton University
Princeton is well known for its beautiful and park-like campus. The open campus also features extraordinary architecture that includes a variety of styles and some of them span more than four centuries.
Far away from my home, I discovered a whole new world on that autumn day. Scholars come, work to build something new and add to the existing body of knowledge. A serene place where knowledge is worshiped; a treasure trove of great minds; a melting pot of ideas!
As I was watching the leaves fluttering to the ground, I felt that nature’s cycles are mirrored in our lives too. Autumn reminds us the impermanence of everything or in Wallance Steven’s words
Death is the mother of beauty
Our immortality should not lessen our zest of life.