Autumn-born

Across the river, there lie a village and a forest where the wind howls. You arrive there, being translated by the long nights�"bearing the lingering warmth of Bhadra and the spirited zest of Ashwin. There also lie a radiant river and a profound sense of contemplation. Touched by the warmth of your heavy breath, Orion gazes on, unblinking. Though Sharat Babu never visited that forest, the enchanting season of Autumn has arrived, bringing with it a surging tide of wild sugarcane flowers.

Amidst the stirrings of the Autumn, something deeper has also arrived�"something I have tried, in so many roundabout ways, to tell you time and again.