Pre-diwali Sunday.
They’re out to shop.
"buy, or you're done!"
Glassware, linen, white goods, dry fruits, dazzlers, danglers
lip gloss, chocolates, eyeliner. Steelware. Luggage.
Indian. Imported. Counterfeit.
Everything. Now. Grab!
Crowds.
Temple quality crowds on an auspicious day?
Jostling pushing loud thrusting grabbing
“keep moving keep moving, quick on thedouble march fast keept'yurrlefft”
I gasp.
Genuflect at the till-altar.
A stranger's sweat on my skin.
Push free to a white sky.