“There has been a crowd in the loneliest of place,
whose soft interior is felt miles away.
When the wind from Hooghly brushed against the neck,
and slipped through the perfectly parted hair, the men crossed to the other side
and reached to work each morning.
The massive star exploded one day, only to kiss the beads of an unknown garland.
After these events took place, the city went to it’s house once again.
The men returned too, and the stardust was flushed till the boat carried everyone to the other side again the very next day.”