One evening many years ago, at the University of Southern California, the setting sun reddened half of the sky. On the first floor of the biochemical laboratory, Raja, a doctoral student from India, is walking through the corridor to the gate. The door opened automatically, and a beautiful young girl burst in. She is white: white shoes, white sports socks, white tennis skirt, holding a pair of white rackets in her hand. The Ph. D. student, rajathon, stopped and stood there, watching eagerly. Behind the girl, the door has not been closed, the brilliant sunset, without any cover to shed in. Beautiful girl, shrouded in the halo of holiness.