The wine was sweet and the chalice even more so. Under the celebration lit by moonlight and fireflies, the moment superseded the paths and plans of stars and stargazers. The tread of the duo on the ancient walkways roused the sleepy street breezes and sodium vapour signatures. Lil sparks in the dancing darkness, like some enchantment over the norm, of smirks, quick whispers and promises. The old kings of Kerala looked upon their joy and mulled over the roll of destiny’s dice. By the cracked wall, the stadium’s mast lights came on and washed away the weight of the evening and annoyed the children of the night.