Behind the mist, in the dark, that was the India Gate. I could see my breath come out and disappear into the fog while sitting still on the roadside. But behind me, city lights were driving fast, popping out from the cloud of smog and gone in seconds.
I didn’t know what time it was, I was staring at the sky to tell. Well, this was not the plan, I should have been on a dance floor, with friends, waiting for this moment to flow.
In a wrench, my body twisted, reminding me how tiring this day was. Eyes in the sky saw the one I was waiting for, a spark growled north into the top, and a phoenix streamed sparkles all around. It was a new night. I looked at my dead phone and said Happy New Year!