Couldn't find it.

I searched all afternoon

Days after days

For that one saree

Which had both yellow and blue.

The old men

With fat bellies

Who sit in the shops

Rigorously calculating their sales

Smiled and said

Yellow and blue don't make a contrast.

And that is not even a fashion statement

If I want to make one.

That is so not true, Krishna.

None of the other bright colours

Pink, purple, red, green

They showed me

Neatly draped over a plastic dummy

Could entice me.

Blue and Yellow,

I'd settle for nothing less.

You were right when you said

I am stubborn, Krishna.

Maybe you could weave me one

What is it that you cannot do?

Yes I know

We are one.

We are RadhaKrishna.

But then

Who does not need a little fun?

Some rules to be broken, some games to be played?

And, thus

I would then

Sit for hours in its embrace

Hold the little flute you left me

Pretending

I'm you.

Maybe those girls

Who miss you still

would buy it.

Won't they?