"Apnar naam ki?" he asked the girl, but she just smiled and shook her head. It wasn’t done to talk to strange young men. Especially a strange young man with such an appealing expression, even with his Baba as an unwilling roadside chaperone. Zaki’s father shouted at him again, and he turned to go, unwilling to leave with so little ceremony, without giving the magical moment its due, without giving the girl some small token to remember him by. He had nothing to leave her apart from his name, which he gave to her carefully, hoping she would remember their brief encounter, "Amar naam Zaki. Zaki Khalil." He went back to his father’s car, and saw her turn around and watch him as he was driven off. He hadn’t noticed before that she was quite pregnant, the demure sweep of her cotton sari almost concealing the bulge. His father had paid no attention to the group by the riverside, as he had been complaining to the driver about the heat. "Ouf, Zakaria, what took you so long?" "What was the hurry, Baba?" asked Zaki, "There was the most beautiful girl over by the river."