‘Because we are friends.’ The four words were full of affection and longing, nostalgia for long walks through the forests of Mount Meru, pointing out flowers to each other, drawing rainbows across the skies, competing to see whose would be the most colourful and stunning. He always lost to her. She was Shakti, after all. What he accomplished through schemes, tricks and spells, she achieved naturally and spontaneously. Love was what he conjured; love was what she was.
