A Sunday in January!

A Sunday in January is foggy and cold. It smells of warm sweaters —– freshly washed, and the warmth of a room heater.

A Sunday in January is slow but steady. It smells of ginger tea and Pindi chana  ——  freshly made —- and the warmth of A’s love.

A Sunday in January is lovable and magical. It smells of parent’s love   ——.  always fresh and in spades —— and the warmth of their presence.

A Sunday in January is pensive and sad. It smells of lost trust in relationship  ——- always hurtful but hopeful ——– and the warmth of anticipating a reunion.

A Sunday in January it is…