A heartwarming story of the young in rural India. "Winter was a favourite season with the young: when the cane was high; when one could be hidden from view within a few feet of entering the field; when lovers could meet clandestinely without being observed. Chandhu, tall, broad-shouldered, his facial fluff turning into a beard, met Rukhmoni clandestinely there. They made eye contact there; they made hand and lip contact there; they clasped each other and made full body contact there; and after their fifth or so contact, Rukhmoni emerged from there with a light step, a radiant smile, and excitingly pregnant, though still unaware of it..."