it was here that raghuvir saw her for the first time , a studious looking woman coming out of that library with a heap of books supported upon one of her forearms , dressed in black trousers and a grey shirt with her brown hair tied in a loose bun above her head and her thin framed spectacles acting as a temporary tiara around it , she clumsily descended the couple of steps that were outside the librarys entry door , her face showing a serene kind of weariness , the sort one acquires in the morning for having spent the hours of the preceding night in the analysis and contemplation of the written text .