Beckett was never interested in performing arts. He was interested in literature and politics. He did appreciate visual and graphic arts but was never interested in performing arts. He was sitting on a plush sofa. There was an amphitheatre in front him. The curtains revealed a woman standing. She had hidden her face with the help of her hands. She was wearing a similar attire as the Astralayan woman used to wear though there was a basic difference. The woman standing had draped her sari across her left hip to over her right houlder, partly baring her midriff. The woman was wearing alot of jewellery. Right from the golden bangles to golden anklets, she was wearing every jewellery which a woman could wear. She was a voluptuous woman. Any man could fall head over heels just to touch her body.

