The silhouette against the window moved,
Sighed after the first big bang,
I could just make out her hair, Dewali again,
Hissing Indian Gods,
Brilliant blue crackling,
The noise of joy,
Colour-racing bolt shot across the sky,
Ricocheting off stars,
About the face,
Of the lady in silhouette,
Across from me.
She moved again,
Between the words,
And was gone.
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