Her face radiated like the reflection of the sun in the waves of her pallu.
Her stomach glanced from behind the cloth like a shy bride.
Her curls grazed her shoulders like the fingers of a maestro on his instrument.
Her feet slithered on the ground like naked children on a rainy road.
And her hands stroked her knees to ignite the first sparks of life-
That life that I saw in her eyes,
as she slowly looked up..
How long had I been in love with her?
How long had I been?