She is trying to cross the road among a sea of haphazard hazardous traffic . She is wearing a bright orange saree with a bright orange blouse complete with a thick streak of vermillion powder poured in her oiled mid parted hair.
She looks like a bright evening sun trying to trudge through craziness of the world. Her dark skin is a contrast to her bright apparel . It’s like the sun is setting over the night or perhaps rising through it. She is standing still with her white grocery bag which is trying to stay politely in her grip almost blinded by her brightness. She seems a hard working proud young lady … thin like a tendril strongly sticking to life . Perhaps there are children back home and a husband at work while she braves the scorching sun ,definitely without a sunscreen on . I watch her through the window glass of my car and for some reason (besides her bright get up ) she blurs everything around her.