This morning, after lazying in bed for almost an hour or more before the world wakes up, when I finally dragged myself out, I shoved my face into the bellies of my kittens, one by one. And they smelled like… Autumn. I know it’s July and probably a bit too early to “smell” autumn. Nonetheless, it smelled like Autumn to me… fresh… cosy… perfect…!Like the smell that winter is around the corner, but not yet here. While on one hand there’s the anticipation of leaves drying and falling, on the other, there are fresh midnight jasmine blossoms quietly announcing themselves. And it triggered something in me.The old times…Texts from the bygone days…Waiting for a reply…or just… JUST an acknowledgement…Just a glimpse… Just a story… Just some kindness… Some reciprocation…Maybe just an emoji.Maybe just a “Seen.” We both know who we’re talking about. As I pulled open my curtains and looked down at the garden of my housing society—the very place where the Durga Pujo pandal rises every year in my housing society — I realised something. This is the same room, the same window, the same view… the same place where, not too long ago, I lay desperately hoping for […]