Srinagar, Dec. 7 -- The nip in the air sharpens your edges
Ensheathing you in swirls of chill
The ninth month originally
November showers spiritual spas
The one plus one of eleven gears you up for another life
A double whammy in life's high rise buildings
A benediction in after life
Swing to the music of the gale
And let your skirts flow in His Grace
It's the days of reckoning yourself
Eyes downcast in humility
While the symphony of russet leaves sets off a spring in your stride
It's Thanksgiving time my friends
To rejoice in His fathomless bounty
Love is in the November breeze
And "Thank you" is on my lips
The Chinar Leaf
The chill was crawling into her world weary bones
Clinging like moss on an ancient stone
Making her ...