Her

Her annoyance was like pleats of her saree. 

Layered, symmetrical, tucked gently under a calm surface 

Yet on days it was a riot of asymmetry, the pleats would rebel 

Her exclamation was like the earrings on her ears. Arranged, organised , swinging occasionally.

Yet on days it was full of wild noises, the ears would buzz with entropy 

Her laughter was like the bangles on her wrist. 

full of calming joy, merely shining the rainbow colours. Yet on days they were

Striking against each other, singing songs and chiming loudly.

Her happiness was like the design on her blouse . Mild, seen but not seen and holding its own magic.

Yet on days it was unkempt, eye catching and causing a flutter