Monthly Archives: November 2013

November, that time of the year

November, that time of the year.When soft curls of mist dim the pale yellow streetlights
on my walk back home,
On my walk back home from the library,
after I have laboured and languished over submissions
due in two weeks,

November, that time of the year,
when hunger calls every few hours,
and hot samosas answer it.
When cold hands find solace
in warm jumpers.

November, that time of the year,
when lovers can cuddle in one
large soft blanket of feathers
and whispers and tea in their breath.

November, that time of the year,
when the sun still shines and
kisses cheeks and knees and
the tips of noses.
Dew on green leaves,
Laughter and warmth,
love and longing.
For December.


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A strange Diwali it was, my second one like this actually. I din’t really feel so strange about it last time as much as I did this year though. This one din’t have me wake up early to have oil applied on my head by amma or paati, no muttering of forgotten vague slokas and prayers, no oil bath before sunrise, no new clothes given by the bade log, no early morning cracker bursting with bhai, no finishing of Stock 1 of firescrackers by 8am to return home upstairs to have fresh hot idlis(soft all over) and wadas(crispy on the outside, soft on the inside) with chutney and sambar made by amma, No loitering about , No eating more of the big leaf food, no afternoon deep dozing, no evening more new clothes, no some more surplus fireworks, no single bombs extravaganza and no more of the rockets(best saved for last). no special diwali dinner followed by watching diwali special events on TV with everyone.

Where I am its the wrong diwali, well atleast from the customs of my community, who cares about that though. Did a dance performance(thats a good thing), changed into a sari that showed off my tattoo, went off for pot luck party , drank quite a bit, danced a lot, to bed at 4am, sweet undraping, woke up hungover, cleaned the house for hours, had a pancake meal at 3pm, lounged, wore new clothes gifted by jolly aunty and handed to me by myself, went to see the fireworks with Boy, ate idlis and dosa at Chidambrams, happy, beautiful, kuscheln, sleep, not the old home, but home nevertheless, 


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