Gleaming sand, casting a glare.
The sounding bangles of girls playing logori in the shade,
The moving ghaghras against the flying dust and sand.

Sweat dripping down dark foreheads,
The shine of ripping muscles as they move in a rhythm.
The labourers work endlessly.

Chattering women,
As they put their clothes out to dry.
Sarees flying on cloth lines out of the balconies.