Here’s a clean, evocative text for "When autumn season comes in India": The skies turn a deeper shade of blue, and the air feels lighter, crisper, carrying the faint scent of dried earth and marigolds. In northern India, the harvest season (Sharad Ritu) begins—paddy fields sway, and the festival of Dussehra marks the victory of good over evil. Leaves don’t dramatically change color as in the West, but the peepal and neem trees shed gently, making way for fresh green. It’s a time for evening walks, steaming chai, and the celebration of Durga Puja in the east—when the whole country seems to breathe out, slowly, beautifully, before winter arrives. Would you like a shorter version for social media or a poetic one for a card?