The time between seasons
like the tide line
teems with life
death, rebirths
smells, colours
We are not
immune to it
It sprouts celebrations
drumbeats, colours,
idols, large and small
dance, music
sharing of sweets
offerings of flowers and leaves
You can scream
ganapati bappa morya
or you can breathe
the air in deep
feel the joy
of the time
between seasons
