Once the tale of Ramayana had ended, loud applause erupted from the audience. The fire dimmed and the orchestra changed to soft melodies. Everyone else carried on their activities in the enclosed field. Others lingered around the circus and fair market.
A maid came and dropped the blind made of bamboo plaits before exiting the hall again. It must be on Amarisa's unspoken request or that they knew we might need some private atmosphere.
I turned to Amarisa again and smiled. How lovely her face was to me. Her eyes still twinkled with a deep dark glow, still wracked with emotions. Her cheeks as fair and brows as arched, but those lips — I had seen nothing to equal that.
Everything about her was distracting and maddening to my love-infested heart. I had never before encountered a maiden who could send such a lure upon my mind.
Amarisa then became conscious of my stare. She turned to me with eyes that no longer glared at me in disdain.