Winters

I taste the flavours of winter in hot cups of masala chai; the Sun peeking through doors/ windows in the morning; the sunlight dancing on the walls of my room; the clatter, creaking, clinking and rattle replacing the quietude of the nippy nights.

The empty coffee shops with wind chimes hanging on the balconies playing a lyrical song; the spiced taste of freshly baked cinnamon cake with aromatic coffee served with a smile; the candle-lit moments or a room bathed in warm glory of string lights; the warm blanket hiding you from the realities of the day; crickets chirping, dogs barking silenced by the music plugged in your ears until it is morning again.