Tattered red sari caught in middle class modesty;
The minstrel robbed of her instrument;
Crude intentions with no stage to perform;
The ghost behind the bride’s jewelry;
Uncovered, suddenly the grossest distortion of humanity,
the silhouette under the Ramna lamp post meekly contemplating what is and what could have been if only the shepherds with hot pens had been gentler with their sermons.