Those were the happiest moments of her life whenever she had fallen in love. Notwithstanding its physical attributes, her hormonal ejaculations that coloured her emotion were far deeper than an ordinary person. She felt more than she could survive. One second he would see her smiling affectionately; a single change in his behavioral pattern, one word wrongly put in a righteous conversation, she might burst out in protest. She always cried when she was angry, speechless, words overflowing her meaningful eyes, falling in droplets, soaking her dress.

They sat overlooking the river.

It was dusk. Clouds carved out of the crimson sky as mountain peaks marked the horizon. Water flowed like music; like a raga it had its prelude, interlude.

They were friends for more than a year now. They had met at the university office counter where they both had come to collect admission forms. He was then thin, long haired, wearing shirts more that did not fit him; she did not notice. She wore dull casuals, her jeans wrinkled and her hair all messy, she smoked behind a tree to avoid severe eyes; he did not notice. It was when she had asked for a pen from him to fill up the admission form that she noticed him. A casual glance did notice a hint of smile at the corner of his mind.

What looked like a black piece of cloth waving with the rhythmic waves was a boat, as he saw it, when it came near. He was observing the river, the boat acutely; more acutely, her postures and movements, expressions. He was like an ardent observer who saw everything; an eye outside him, that even saw him and her, sitting in a certain typical position in front of a typically flowing river overlooking a typical sunset.