its winters outside
and what do i do
do i roast a potato
or warm my hands
do i read a book
or make tea
do i drink wine
or collude warm water with rum
will whiskey do wonders
or the baigan ka bharta be miraculous?
dim lights satiate me
the tungsten streetlight looks alluring
the scant sunrays glisten on the backs of cats and dogs
one dog sleeps atop a car in the parking
i think of the roasted sweet potaoes on the roadside,
fresh lemon juice squirted on them, black salt balmy their skin
its wishful eating,
during winters
its blazingly cold out there
and i have no one to cudlle with
so i spoon a pillow
and cup the warmth of my phone
alert to the remote dim distant noises around
the silence
the stillness
i embrace them
and sleep with my loneliness
its winter outside
and what do i do
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