She stands before her mirror.
Her eyes bear a question.
She wipes the Kohl from her eyes.
The earrings that have been like weights are slipped gracefully into their boxed place.
Her necklace slides swift like a serpent as she undoes it's clasp.
Her bangles clink as they are removed.
The rich sari that not so long ago draped majestically 'round her is now neatly folded and away.
She smudges the red bindi that has marked her forehead until it is nothing.
She stares at the bare stranger in the mirror.
I watch as her beauty fades.
I watch as her beauty emerges.