The artist in his quest for realities takes us to the tribal areas of South India where he comes across a young honey-collecting girl in the primeval flush of her youth. She is chewing the cud of some sweet thought and looking for her lover who is not here. It is as if the whole is a dress rehearsal of an eagerly anticipated encounter in which her surging inner call longingly invites him with the paraphernalia of her juvenile accomplishment in full bloom. She bites the end of a corn leaf and sends an arrow of Cupid which is a manifestation of the very caprice of youth. The longing, lingering look is imaginary rather than real. She is the daughter of the highland of northern Kerala (Wayanad) or Coorg or Nilgiris.