teriyaki winters

one often wonders what kolkata winters should be like. now that the city of joy is just a politicians toy and is several degrees filthier than it was even when we were in school. however the specific punch still resides in these lovely winter mornings like now ,when i am writing this.
the almost seducing swish of the janitors brooms on alley in from of my house , the sweet smell of the maid's freshly washed hair, and the half burned milk and almost freshly baked buttered bread fills in my environment with this overwhelming feeling of sucess.
i sit back on my chair in pride , smiling to myself how much i love, my neighborhood , more so my veranda and alley below.early winter mornings in kolkata is paradise relived everyday in several unique ways . as the day falls and the swishing and scrubbing get replaced by the drilling and boomings of the large constructions in my neighborhood . the sweetness regains its punch , almost pungent and odorous yet thought provoking , somewhere very deep rooted- just like the drilling noise , making a steady humming inside one's mind.
my city with all her concrete contours and barren-ed out greenery seems much more beautiful in winters, though the dust seems a bit to intolerable and the sun still grills out the sweat , yet the somberness of evenings is quite a catch.
when the sun sets right at 5 or before, the city tends to a silent wisper , as if a cry, a need to be loved ,just like the cravings i have when my beloved isn't around. this is when my heart goes out to kolkata , to her sudden and shy sweetness, to her chlorinated water, and intolerable stench , to her dusty roads and unbearable menfolk.
she so resembles a teriyaki chicken , so soft,so sweet, yet grilled and smoky ,almost always a culinary delicacy.
kolkata does make me long for her specially in the winters when i long for other beautiful delicacies in my heart.