His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame illuminated the map of heartbeats, home and hope. She brushed aside the stray stars and stepped towards the ‘Thandavam’ grounds. As her anklet adorned feet touched the grass, the Earth curled in joy. In the whisper that became dawn breeze, hymn of the Himalayas and first spark of a wild poem, The Sleepless One woke from rainstorm reverie and heard her.