She ran, her palms against her chest,
the peanut balls threatening to roll out and away.
Her mother’s dupatta (her temporary saree)
flailing to match her enthusiasm, as she
passed her instagramming granny,
(their games intersecting only for the lunchtime feeding)
The sun was shining at that same angle
that cast the bright ray highlighting the spot on the sofa.
The walls rising taller as she approached
the gate, she found
the candy-man turning right
’round the corner of her street,
She knew he would enjoy her treat.