Nepal, May 2 -- Harsha had abandoned his parents for one reason alone: to please his wife.

To him, Padmaa, his wife, had become the most beautiful woman in the entire world. He believed, with unshakable conviction, that everyone gossiped about her beauty, her sculptural curves, the bend in the hips, the thick strand of her hair like a waterfall pouring down hills. One day they were walking past the poplar trees, and he suddenly found himself speaking as if in hypnosis, "Even the trees can't stand your celestial beauty, Padmaa. Look!....look how enviously they are swaying." He pointed to the cluster of them, but her eyes only found motionless trees that would, even if the harshest of storms come, stand the same.

He loved her eyebrows, t...