Sorrow, they say, spins the sweetest song. When unquenched and unreciprocated, hope mutates to Longing. A soul rooted in pain speaks through an evocative language: an urging frown, a teasing flutter, a bullying eyebrow, an alluring glance. The Beloved is here but not in the now, close and yet unreachable. The one you seek is with you; yet the emptiness feels louder than ever before. Through a restrained, intimate performance, Sanjukta paints a sonorous ode to the impassable waters of desire.