Mohini stood at the brink.. near a tree.. looking at Vishmak as he did cut out logs from dry shrubs or bushes big enough.. and woods that were over grown.. He spoke from where he stood.. Vishmak: rest if you are tired.. i am going a little deeper .. further in woods.. you will still hear me.. he moved further .. away from the mass of piled chunks he had set near a couple of big trees.. Mohini felt a numbing as Vishmak whispered in her ears.. a croon.. a grey cloud engulfed her body .. and as she shied away.. her soul.. set on fire of his warmth .. that rose in her heart.. suffocating her existence in the surrounding filled with brilliance of multiple coloured flowers.. Mohini: let me go.. She jirked up and walked out from the edge.. The sun was about to set.. and it would be dark soon.. she looked at the hill and the small house above.. Vishmak had built for them as he had said yesterday.. when he had become sure that she was in this region.. he had a flash of vision .