When we were about to get down the taxi, suddenly I looked at the camera in my wife’s hand and the realization came! The photography studio owner ha... not taken any caution deposit against the camera! We could just leave Amritsar without visiting his shop and he could do nothing. I concluded that this man was a fool to have trusted an unknown couple and gave us the camera without any security deposit. But I was not like others, I would certainly go back and return him the camera. I told my wife. She commented on how it was not all that comfortable behind the wheel, and I invited her to slide over even closer. We did not quite touch, but almost, through the blankets we each had over us.Well, the next movie started, and not only was it foreign, but it also was not even in English. It was Danish, or Swedish, or something like that. We only know that because the title card was in some kind of Scandanavian language. The scene opened without music other than the Hawaiian guitar that was. I think what you’re trying to do would kill me. And what really pisses me off is you’re not even considering my side of this. You think that because you’re the mother, you must know best. I’ll tell you something, Christie. You’re not my mother anymore.’ She ignored this. ‘You’re very young still. You’ll come to see what I mean in time. Just think, Danny, of all the lies and deception we already have to do. Someday the family is going to start to ask when you’re going to get married. Think how. The screen saver had kicked in hours ago. A screen savor that showed random pictures done by the girl, a sailboat set against a horizon done in black in white, which captured the cloud forms with an unspeakable brilliance. Then of course more conventional photos.But the best were her studio portraits and compositions. The way the presented human form often taking two people and somehow making them blend into one. A flow of shapes that can only be created by, a man and a woman, bound together..