Morning has Broken

Mumbailicious screen king Upen Patel at his morning toilette. For no other reason than the play of light down his back. And possibly for the proof, in his intent expression, that despite his endless protestations of devotion (to which I remain, as ever, wholly impervious), his deepest affection is reserved for what he sees in the mirror.

But then again, given what he does see in the mirror, can one really blame the dear boy?