I pray, I sing, I cry,
before the one who chooses not to hear.
Coins clinking, conch shells screaming!
I offer jasmine and roses,
to the one who chooses not to smell.
Fragrance wafting, incense burning!
I perform rituals, one too many,
for the one who chooses not to see.
Prayers piling, eyes weeping!
I bring sweets made in honour,
of the one who chooses not to taste.
Ants crawling, mouths watering!
I chase an image in my dreams,
of the one who chooses not to yield.
Still hoping, forever pining!
Mumbai Mirror published this photograph on September 1, 2013 (India on Instagram). The shot was hurriedly taken near Dadar station’s booking counter, trying to make it in time for a train to Neral station.