Catching Autumn

Autumn is an enchantress. It arrives without fanfare, slipping into the calendar like a melody waiting to be hummed. The sun softens as stubborn monsoon starts to retreat. There's a whisper of winter in the air, just enough to make your first tea or coffee of the day taste like poetry.

The mornings get crisper - cool enough to make you (want to) linger a little longer in bed. Trees begin shedding leaves like old stories, while the sky turns a brilliant of blue. If you're lucky, from your balcony you will see the sway of the white, feathery flowers of the kash - really a wild variety of sugarcane - sway in the breeze.

Markets brim with marigolds and festivals - Navratri, Durga Pujo, Diwali - each celebration wrapped in the scent of incense and rustle of silk. The air feels cleaner, the mood lighter, even the traffic seems to hum in a lower octave, at least from the distance.


Autumn is a season of balance: between heat and chill, bustle and stillness, memory and anticipation. It's a time when the soul stretches, the heart sighs, and everything feels like it's exhaling in time.