Dilli Ki Sardi!

I’d forgotten the way one side feels deliciously hot and the other so very cold, when you sit next to a fire. I’d forgotten the poetry of dancing flames, and that the glowing and ebbing hearts of dying embers always make me want to say foolish things. Like: I like the flames, but I like the embers more. They have stories hidden inside their secret hearts and after the fiery flames are gone they glow and pulsate with all that they have to say.

n has a lovely little post on the moods of winter. I tell you, there is nothing quite like Dilli ki sardi and Dilli ki Kudiyan and Dilli ka Tandoori Chicken and Dilli ki… . I want to take the next flight home!