He could not make out why he suddenly started resenting the cerebration in her that he had found so magnetic initially. He eyes Suranya, tries to see her through her shapeless blue salwar, her hidden curves, her girlish firm breasts nestled behind the triangular mass of the dupatta . The question suddenly surfaces in his consciousness. Well I'm ready. Suranya remains silent.
Minutes roll by lazily.
The silence spreads like fog filling every crevice of the room. It hangs heavily like the unanswered question. Sujato could feel a strange numb fear creeping up, cold, snakelike. He tries to pierce the stranglehold. Suranya lifts her head.