The night is black and the forest has no end; a million people thread it in a million ways. We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where or with whom- of that we are unaware. But we have this faith- that a lifetime's bliss will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips. Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks. Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning: whomever I see that instant I fall in love with. I call that person and cry: 'This life is blest! For your sake such miles have I traversed!' All those others who come close and moved off in the darkness - I dont know if they exist or not.