A Night of Beauty

Power Off!
But tonight it didnt annoy her. It was a beautiful night. The moon hung lazily n the sky. The blackout allowed her to see the stars pinned up. A slight breeze blew so lightly, playing with her eyelashes. The scent of mogra and tuberose cast a velvet sheen.
Lying in his arms she felt slightly intoxicated with love. He was humming something. A lilting, jaunty tune which she couldnt recognize.
She pointed at some random star. "Do you know what's the name of that star?". Mischief glinted in her eyes.
"That one? That's called Champak Lal. You didnt know?"
"And that one?"
" That's Hanfasretufreg"
"Wha....."
" Ya that's what it's called...by the Pygmies."
"When did you learn their language?"
"While doing my engineering and flunking in Heat and Mass Transfer."
"I didnt know you flunked in Heat and Mass Transfer!!"
"Neither did I"
She giggled at this juvenile banter. "I am 29 and I find these silly things funny", she thought to herself. That made her giggle more.
"I am sure his clients can never imagine that this impossibly proffessional gentleman can ever crack such inane jokes."
"Hey listen, what are u giving me for my birthday?" She asked playfully.
He kissed her lightly. "Anything you want".
"I want Champak Lal, that star over there."
"That's not that difficult"
"It's not?"
"Here, I'll give you right now"
He stretched his arms. He pretented to pluck something out.
He extended his palm toward her. "There you are"
She giggled with delight at this play acting. Then she peered into the upturned palm.
There was something shining brilliantly. Puzzled, she looked closely.
And there it was. A beautiful ring. She picked it up as if it was a dream which will shatter at the merest touch. Sparkle of a star, caught in a diamond.
Slipping it into her finger, she looked at him and said "Yes".