Days continued passing swiftly. Ferit was determined to keep the love between Kamal and Feriha alive.
It was Sunday evening. Kamal was busy working on a very beautiful painting. A polo player was hitting a ball. The scene was full of action. The speed of the horse, the bending body of the player, the swiftness of the stroke, the swing of the stick, and the dust that arose, all of these were going to make it a beautiful painting. “I think its going to be an impressive painting”, Kamal said to himself.
He was lost in working on details of the painting, when the phone rang. He turned his neck back; he did not want to pick up the phone. He waited, thinking that it would stop by itself, but the ring continued. He was disturbed. He did not want any interference at that particular