Smell of jasmine on my oiled hair
silk against my skin
ruby studded bangle heavy on my hands
glint and capture the first rays of sunlight.
Below the gold and silk
panic flows smoothly as ripples.
I press the pleats of my silk sari
bunched up in pain and anxiety.
The cloying smell of jasmines
with their spent pollens
stir the space around.
Ropes of pain bind me
I lie down
to see my breath escape out.
Silk, gold, jasmine wrap me, like ether.