She traces her fingers
nimbly on the ground
here, there, everywhere
not stopping for a beat.
She must finish the drawing
before it is dawn.
She stops not for breath
she stops not for break
she rushes without a blink
as she painstakingly
draws every line.
It is her first here.
They will judge her
today too.
The new bride
will be measured
by the intricateness
beauty and dexterity
of her kolam.
It is finally done.
Just as dawn appears
and the mother-in-law
steps out with a yawn.
“Hmmm”
“Nothing like mine, daughter-in-law”
“But this will do.”
She finally breathes.
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