It’s a perfect winter day,
Nip in the air, dull and grey,
I love this feeling,
Warm, cozy and oh so appealing,

It’s the perfect day for pakoras,
Or a plate of steaming rice and lal maas,
And as I sip my cup of coffee,
A waft of frying potatoes drifted towards me,

It’s coming from my girl’s home science class,
They are not letting this opportunity pass,
They sure know to live the moment,
They are frying pakoras for the wintry ambient,

I wish I could slip into their class,
I wish I could as one of them pass,
But I am an outsider alas,
And I can only wish not trespass