Windmills of your Mind

The sun had long set and the sky had blushed with its setting. The tinge of Navy was beginning to settle while the Fort was lit with firecrackers and golden- red lights.

Adjusting her saree- which had taken way too long to tie- Jp walked toward around the markets which were more lively than ever.

The band had not yet played and she was whiling her time away in the markets haggling over ten rupees.

The bargain went long but she won and walked away with pride and a new set of long earrings. The plated silver matched the dark blue of her plain saree who's only contrast was a maroon red well decorated blouse.

Her curls as beautiful as they looked had nearly made her cry with how long it took to set them in a way so they wouldn't resemble a tumbleweed.