notes from autumn
celebrating our two year old magic
dusting, deep cleaning and sprinkling our nest with the blessing glow of diyas
working till my bones felt cracked
weaving bedtime stories to fill a desiring, dreaming little heart
making mithai and letting its sweetness linger all through the season
sewing a [first] traditional dress for our daughter, on the eve of diwali
watching, with saanjh, thousands of fairylights bewitch the city streets & our neighborhood with their gossamer spell
escaping into deepti naval’s book of poems, black wind
wayfaring from autumn's richness into winter's sageness
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