Teray wastay main, taaraa, tara jallah.

The on and off switch is out of control. The light decides to go crazy on its own sometimes. I do not try to fix it, instead I sit in the acknowledgment of its confusion. The delirium that this light goes through, helps pacify my mind. I’m not the only one that can’t make up her mind, the flickering light also suffers with dilemmas. On or off! Off or on? Both - no, no, not possible.

A desi girl, sitting alone, arms across her knees, just staring up at the light’s hysteria. It doesn’t spook her, it only enlightens her with it's flickering nervousness. It's nervous for two.

Once it flickers, she sits in the dizziness of it, the eeriness of it, that, perhaps, the confusion of the flickers may have an opposite effect and bring some understanding.