She was the beginning and the end, and everything in between. She was a revolution in herself. The ethereal glow of her body was like the tacit, conspirational promise between lovers. Her body had a language of its own and, as she stepped outside the studio, revealed the dance of the universe that stunned even Surbhi. Her coming and going was not merely incidental- it was the end of the most important verse of an epic, cathartic poem. Her eyelashes...