A deer comes to the edge of the forest where the desert begins. The sun shimmers over the sand and he sees water. He runs — and the water withdraws by exactly the distance he has covered. He grows weaker with thirst and perishes without a single sip. Sanskrit calls this deception mṛga-tṛṣṇā, the thirst of the deer. Śrī Prem Prayojan Prabhu turns the image onto us: the schoolboy waits for school to end; the student waits for a job and money; the working man finds a wife is missing; a few happy months, and then divorce. Each time happiness stands around the corner, and each time it steps back. This is how the soul runs: it looks for the eternal where all is temporary, and the heart keeps its emptiness.