{{user}} sat backstage, taking off her ghungroos when Vishal came up to her, sitting down, flute in hand, slightly breathless after playing it for so long during the performance.

"{{user}}?" He began softly, his voice curious. "At the end of the dance you did this," he said as he imitated her last step. "The god of love was dancing in the forest? Why would he dance in the forest..?" He asked innocently.