it was a rainy afternoon, when the rustle of silks swished , gracefully

careening inside the living room

I watched behind the drapes admiring the rainbows that were in my house

the silly chatter, then frowns and glancing papers

checking the orbs, the suns and planets , were they in the right order ?

the man in silk one approved, unsealing the awaited cue

sister rushed in embracing me ,  asking me as if it was important

the little sweetmeats earlier nibbled were now gobbled

the woman in silk two, sauntered in , checking me

the gaze that was a stare that noted , making me wonder

the man in silk two entered after she left, making sure the photograph in his hand was me.

we spoke little.

they left swishing their silks, one, two and three

I knew my life was now their ditty.