November Is A Hinge In The Year, And The Door Gets Opened To Ghosts.

“November is a hinge in the year, and the door gets opened to ghosts.”

— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review

Did you ever wake up really early in the morning after Diwali, when the lights are still up & the birds are talking in music, the street dogs are asleep, the leaves are dancing slowly to the wind, the world is calm, nobody is on the streets but the alleys speak of presence of happiness and light, it's cold, but also warm.... you can feel the smiles,laughter and sweets in the air. There are less crackers on the road this year and most of the wrappers say "green" and this makes you smile, that little kid who lives on the corner most house cares about the world and that is so beautiful...You look at the rangoli that the little kids made, it's smudged but it still carries the stories of yesterday, looking at it you recall the chaos that went into making it, "Atta khaañ hai? mai sirf colours vali layi huñ, or tu? stencils? chal didi se aata lekr aatey haiñ? Ye vala design ??", you chuckle...a strong wind blows & it makes you wear your shawl properly, you rub your hands together with a warm smile on your face.... mcd vali didi has come to clean the roads, you exchange wishes, and head to the kitchen to make some tea.....

it's the morning after Diwali, vanvaas ended.

- Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

When I speak passionately,

that’s when I’m least to be trusted.

-Louise Glück, The Untrustworthy Speaker

If I could be more like you, I would

But I can't and I'm glad about that

-Lana Del Rey, Beautiful (Blue Banisters)

-Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz