India, Nov. 16 -- November heralds blurred narratives of blooms, brown bags and blasts.

It's been a melancholy start to the month. Somewhere Death did knock, somewhere Death did mock.

The 10/11 blasts rent the air of an already beleaguered metropolis with a new pollutant --- emotional smog of fear and terror. In tinsel town though, Death was in two minds at "Garam Dharam's" door, daunted perhaps by Sunny bhaaji's 'dhai kilo ka haath'.

The one cheer on this clouded landscape perhaps is the riot of myriad posies and memories heralded by winter blooms. As William Blake philosophises, "In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy."

An Instagram promo caught attention the other day, for it had to do with a bonanza on blooms.

Its ...