An ode to November by Shriti Chowdhary

Photograph by Vikrant Karande

November dips jalebis in kheer
And debates the origin of rosgollas
With friends wearing saffron sweaters,
Rolls of flour are kneaded
To crown the biryani handi
Cheetahs draw freckles
With henna and hibiscus oil
Shiuli droops towards an orange
To dye her petals tangerine
A tired frog uses dew drops
as homegrown toner
Gandhraj brews a potion
So lemony
Bees chug down goblets of it, moaning
‘ts nectar, ‘ts nectar, ‘ts nectar
Newly married ants
Shell pea from pods
Caterpillars built sandcastles
In cauliflowers trampled
Squirrels skateboard
On mum’s wedding rajai
Laid out on the terrace
An old spider is whisked away
to a marigold field,
He renews his vows,
That of a single father
Spinach leaves air marshall
butterflies cruising the dark sky
November houses centuries of letters
That never made it to our doorsteps
Lovers visit this Dalhousie cornerstone
To breathe in the parched ink
And kiss under the bell tower
Morgue of Mails, they call it,
Yet the forgotten live more freely
Than December’s festivities ever could.

by Shriti Chowdhary

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