It was a glorious evening; the sun was setting slowly. It seemed to be hesitated going in the process of setting, as if it didn’t like to end the day. It was teetering on the horizon, throwing ribbons of pink and mauve across the sky like life ropes, and the air was sweet with jasmine. In such attractive environment, I and him were strolling by the side of country road. He bought an ice cone for me. I was talking with him while licking the ice cream time to time. Abruptly he asked me, “Naina…………,” he used to call me Naina, because he was in love with my kajaled (black) eyes more than me, “Naina, do you know how love is ‘valued’?” I being straight forward, didn’t give heed to his question, “What do you mean, it is just in assessable!”. He smiled at my silliness, downed his gaze, then he said in a very soft tone, as was seeing somewhere else, “the value of love is assessed how a beloved or a lover is devoted, honest and faithful in their love. As much as the devotion, dedication, honesty and faithfulness is there in love, the love will be as valuable. These qualities are the soul of love. How much the soul is pure the love will also be pure, without them the love is dead soulless. I was staring at him without blinking, I who never take all these emotions seriously, just understood, I was standing low, and how he was higher. “Hey, your Ice cream is melting.” He was shaking my shoulder, I looked at my ice cream, it was melting, so was my heart.