seasons

Ah, Sarat is in the air: shortening days, mild breezes, bees a-buzz. The most wonderful aspects of this season are the constant chorus of insects, the scattering of solitary leaves,  the kash phool dancing to the rhythm of whimsical winds, and the transient autumn clouds adorning the bright blue skies. And the most depressing aspect of this season is that much of this exuberant celebration is fleeting. By early November the Sarat ephemeral, shiuli, will be done, as will be the kaash phool. They leave as hastily as they come and they are impossible to preserve. Or at least that’s what everyone believes. But what if I told you that you can save these flowers a little while longer? That if you peek inside a cookie jar, you may be able to get a waft of last season’s shiuli every now and then and relive some of the beautiful memories you have made? What if I told you that fragments of Sarat, or Basanta, or Hemanta for that matter, don’t have to leave so prematurely? What if I told you that these flower cookies can transform all your addas (irrespective of the season), dripping with Darjeeling teas, flecks of ashes, and Rabindra sangeet, into enduring memories steeped in the fragrance of marigold and shiuli?