An excerpt from the Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny by Kiran Desai

If you don't have love, you don't properly exist. If you don't properly exist, you don't have love. One morning, after the rains had passed, Sunny woke into a memory of being half asleep just the way he was now, of waking into the bloom of affection greater than himself. It was greater because it no longer existed inside himself and Sonia- they were encased within it, the countryside was colored by it, the news was shaded by it, maybe one day even their deaths would be small matters within it. He turned to tell Sonia this, but she was not by his side, nor was she at her desk. He walked down the path that shuffled to the ocean and searched for her amidst the waves. The waves subtracted his thinking. He launched himself into the water and swam straight out to her in the manner of a seabird joining another seabird.