a pauṣa afternoon
the south winds of pauṣa have returned.
all afternoon, tossing curtains
scattering fallen leaves and
carrying in the scent of roses from the balcony.
i sit by the door sewing potlis from an old sari,
saanjh's blowing bubbles
and just like that these sweet january days
trickle into our hearts.
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