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,
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.