She dips her feet in the water
of the temple tank,
the sky breaks into splinters
as ripples spread on the water.
She walks around the temple,
fears going home to her brother
who sees phantoms in room corners,
tells that their father wants
to sell him away.
He beseeches her to marry him,
breathing heavy, he says
they plot against me –
the postman, the friend from school,
the teacher at the street corner.
She walks home,
he is on the terrace
panic crosshatched on his face,
like a sinking man, lungs bursting,
waiting to be hauled out.