Lost in her mind, I confide in her greatness. A tongue that can topple empires. She talks empowerment, as rain kisses off the cobbled stone. Transfixed in her paradigm. I stare in awe. Makeup contoured, hugs her face like powdered gold. A brown empress, her majesty. Mehndi spirals down her tapestry. Skin coloured saffron, the brightest spice in the pantry.