Sitting and thinking over this log, I notice a couple - both foriegners - crossing Lakshman Jhula. It was quite late and the bridge had almost no other crowd. Pitch black, owing both to the absence of any lights on the Jhula as well as a full moon obscured by the clouds.
A motorcycle crossing over at the same time approaches the couple. Its light beam falls on the couple, and the moment suddenly jumps to a new realm. There isn't much light deflecting off the suspension ropes. The beam makes the couple seem suspended mid-air, floating across over R. Ganga. The lady is wearing a long skirt that moves with the wind flowing over the bridge, which further adds to that ethereal touch.
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