Outside, a magical night was awaiting her. Miraculously, their backyard tall tree still stood. A glorious full moon flooded nature, the leaves glistening. But only the following lines of Indian poet Sukanta flashed:
“In the kingdom of hunger, this world is a piece of prose
Even a full moon appears like a baked warm flatbread.”
Then Saira’s epiphany appeared “How long do we wait for this madness to stop?”