BEAUTIFUL EYES   Shankar and Tarana were sitting on a mound on the bank of the Nakatiya River. Far from the worries of the world, both were lost in their world here, in this solitude. Shankar was playing the guitar and Tarana was singing. The sound of the guitar and the song was echoing far and wide in this quiet place. Shankar must have been eleven-twelve years old. He was a teenager from a middle-class family. His father had a grocery shop in the city. Shankar was very handsome and very good at studies. He was very fond of playing