"Marigold memories stain her mirror,
A reflection she sings, out of tune, and out of leather
Tongued tied
And blonde blood
Oozing confusion out from her screen.
She tries to share
But her mother does not care
And so her wild dreams become an affair "
In a world where women are constantly looked at and judged, ‘unconventional’ Anjali desperately wants to be seen by her family. A reflection in the house that sings of spice, and dark delights.