She was standing in the garden, elegant in a handwoven cream coloured saree, gazing up as the winds of heaven danced with the branches of trees. The wind carried a jasmine flower to her hair, and she closed her eyes as she accepted Nature's gift. At that precise minute, he despairingly wished that he could freeze time, so that he could gaze at her face forever- the smooth, unlined skin, perfectly shaped eyebrows, thick eyelashes framing alluring eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips full, her hair done up in an elaborate hairdo which let the enthralling curls fall down to her bare back and shoulder. And then his breath caught and he realized the truth.