Way past midnight she sits in midnight blue, with sitaras on chiffon as stars in the dark blue ocean of a deep blue sky. A week has passed with much ado, about everything. A nikah, a nikah, a valima, a niqaab, a midnight hobnob with fresh cream milk, a hadra, a three hour drive home, a week of peace at work, choc-vanilla ice cream, a filter coffee and a walk in the football grounds. Tactile she may be, but only with some. A mehndi, ears ringing, she plans for the future, her thoughts, her visions, her dreams, please make them true (Ameen), and one more wedding, thousands of miles away, after which she resolves, none more than her own...(***)...(Ameen)