*Aayee basant pala udant
Spring announced with a sneeze, framing a collection of stories that tease.
Cold enough to relish kindness in kesar rice, warmth that has a quality of hands held under a starry night.
Peeling out of an autumnal rust, vigor restored in mustard bursts.
Moments forming in tears on pollen dust, a procession in yellow, elevating lust.
Interrupting unending winter nights forlorn, is a refreshing ceremony of birdsongs.
An intoxicating arrival of ripening fields, an abundant aroma of worship revealed.
Infinite kites streaming perfectly on supple strings, bursting forth like origami wings.
Desire anew woven into gold; mustard, jasmine, mango, yellow garlands
A resilient kaleidoscopic of turmeric conversations across the Indian heartland
*Aayee basant pala udant – with the onset of spring winter bids adieu
weather related regional sayings