"I never believed in love at first sight until it happened to me. Then, when it did happen, it was if every atom in my body had been changed, somehow: as if I'd become charged with light and heat. I was different, forever, just from the sight of him. And the love that opened in my heart seemed to drag the rest of my life behind it, from that moment onward. I heard his voice in every lovely sound the wind wrapped around me. I saw his face in brilliant mirrored flares of memory, every day. Sometimes, when I thought of him, the hunger to touch him and kiss him and to breathe a cinnamon-scented minute of his black hair clawed at my chest and crushed the air in my lungs. Clouds, heavy with their burden of monsoon rain, massed above the city, above my head, and it seemed to me in those weeks that all grey heaven was my brooding love. The very mangroves trembled with my desire, and at night, too many nights, it was my restive sleep that rolled and turned the sea in lusted dreaming, until the sun each morning more with love for him...."