“Slowly, she put the keys and turned the knob. As expected, a slow creaking noise of the door could be heard. But wait! She heard some other noise too! For a second, Estelle wondered if her too-imaginative mind was playing tricks with her! She looked sideways to inspect the source of the other noise. As she stood there pondering what to do, she heard the same noise again—it was a low murmur cum whisper, as if somebody was talking to her. Cautiously, she walked toward the source of the murmur. She didn’t see anybody but could still hear a human voice murmuring at her. The voice seemed to emanate from an old black-and-white photograph hanging on the wall. For a minute, Estelle got lost in the beauty of the photograph. Staring out of the photograph was a couple—a young man in a black suit and a young lady in a beautiful laced white frock. What struck Estelle were the young lady’s eyes. Those eyes were arresting and seemed to look through her into the unknown world. Her eyes seemed to tell a tale, a tale of love perhaps; a tale of lost childhood, a tale of things yet to come. While the lady bewitched Estelle with her eyes, the man in the photograph captivated her with his manly confidence!