In any city space, the public park appears as a comma in the diatribe of imposing buildings. On the costal shore that forms part of Priyadarshini park, couples come to find privacy for intimate moments. A young man lays with his head on his partner’s lap. After the sun reaches the horizon they head back into the city, but not before he fixes his tie back on as she does her hijab. The privacy is mostly an allusion, but that doesn’t make it any less important.