A night in Delhi

Alone and lonely. Tonight, I sit upon the cooler on the tiny balcony in my room. The current has gone. No fans. No cooler. No light. Only the heat, like a python, choking, stealthy, unforgiving. The night, it shrouds me. Only a little less stifling than the darkness in my room. And the sky, almost purple with pollution. Dense with smoke. So much so that there is never a star i can see. Only Venus shines through the haze. Despite the heat, despite the pollution, it is somehow very beautiful. I fan myself as sweat trickles down my belly. I hate and love this city. But I deeply long for home. And the power comes back.