City lights glaring;
Auto rickshaws howling;
The evening sky changing colours;
The soothing breeze caressing her face.

The coffee had gone cold;
The pages of the book remained unturned;
Made in Heights demanded her attention;
But in vain.
The fire cracker’s relentless efforts in unnerving her failed

She sat still in the balcony;
Not caring, not worrying,
Not thinking.
Just being.

The chaos of the city now felt like home.
For once, it wasn’t about her.
She was a part of the whole.

She felt alive,
She felt at peace,
She felt happy.


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