"Yes that makes it exciting," I said in a loud tone after she was gone inside. I spoke loud enough so that she could hear me inside. "Our exploration is more than exciting. It challenges us to define in our personal living what a human being truly is, and why we cannot see ourselves in any other way than being fully married to one another in this bond of love that encircles us all as human beings. Yes, what comes out of that is extremely challenging, but exciting. We are entering a world that never existed before."

      "Ah, but it's a wonderful world, Peter!" her voice came back thinly from inside. "Can there be anything more wonderful than an all-embracing love?" she said.



      I was amazed at her answers and comments. We accomplished far more in this single morning on the balcony than I had dared to hope might be accomplished in two weeks.

      I was about to get out of my recliner and join her inside and to hug her for this wonderful idea of seeing ourselves as nothing more than children of a profound all-embracing humanity. I reacted too late for that. Before I could stand up she reappeared and stood before me without a stitch of clothing left on her. Was this her wedding gown? She stood before me, erect, gentle and beautiful, a silhouette of loveliness against the background of the sprawling expanse of old Delhi. The brightness of the sun created a golden halo around her hair as she leaned once more against the railing. Some strands of hair were responding to the morning breeze. She seemed so tall suddenly.

      "Do you love what you see?" she asked.

      "Do I love what I see? Do you need to ask, Indira? Wow, what a sight! But what about the wine, chocolates, and roses?"

      "We can celebrate the grand opening of our discovery of ourselves with a celebration of wine, chocolates, and roses, later, after we have an achievement to celebrate," she replied with a grin. "That kind of celebration becomes more appropriate after the human needs a satisfied."

      I was about to reply something, but she reached down and put a finger over my lips before I could say anything more. She was right. This wasn't a time for words. Words wouldn't do justice to what was unfolding. A festival was unfolding.



      We continued our festival of wine, chocolates, and roses, as we had promised each other. Of course the wine, chocolates, and roses came into play only as a metaphor, a metaphor our festival of cunninglus and ecstatic moments that unfolded into a multistage exotic celebration that became in the end quite rich with all kinds of foods, the most 'colorful' that we could find on Chandni Chowk. Chandni Chowk seemed to be famous for catering to such 'necessary' extravaganzas. The only thing we didn't find throughout that day of celebration was real wine, real chocolates, and real roses, nor did we really care since the whole day had become a day of wine, chocolates, and roses od a more profound kind, opening out even to dancing. We found a cozy little place for dancing in one of the side streets, just to spice up the celebration.

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