When some European friends recently stayed, we decided to visit to Madurai.
Having seen the splendour of the temples, we drove to the nearby palace.
The columns and colours give the building grandeur and beauty.
There was no chaperone.
Such meetings are usually considered scandalous in India.
The girl started to cry.
Although not wanting to pry, I found myself caught up in their story
The boy offered his handkerchief.
She threw it on his face.
Gradually, they both began to laugh.
What made their romance star-crossed?
I guiltily zoomed the camera in for my final shot.
Reflecting on the countless times that this scene has been replayed.