That Day

Clad in red Her head covered coyly She waited for me In that holy ambience I spotted her Standing somewhat away From other women She looked ravishing In that early November morning The quick touching of feet A part of that purposeful meet The consequent blessings And all those things As planned But before the 'Bye' And the end Brief exchange of words Cautious not to be heard Almighty’s watchful eye Giving moments Which will never die The secret rendezvous Without anybody knowing 'Who' Lingers to this day It was Karva Chauth People say.