After the fourth day of a full moonlit night
In the month of Kartick arrives the festival of Karva Chauth
A ritual to the testament of love and devotion
Amongst married Hindu couples.
The wife has kept fast since sunrise
For the longevity and health of her husband
All decked up in her finery and bejeweled
Matching the stars in the ornate sky
Together they walk up to the terrace
Then catching a glimpse of the moon
Through a flour sieve
She looks back at him with love and admiration
Breaking her fast by sipping water from her husband's hand.
Many a legend surrounds this festival of love, faith and devotion.
While the waning moon cast romantic beams of light
Flooding the lands below.
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.