Puja was a young girl of my age, with 5’ 5” as height, wheatish brown skin color, developed breast of 34 C, big eyes, smiley face and a beautiful ...awline with dimples. I have not described myself as I never looked upon me as a girl; one who could be aspired or desired as a beautiful. I, as a Muslim girl was brought up without ever considering myself as girl, one who could be appreciated, liked or praised as beautiful, pretty or charming. I was not allowed to use any makeup. I was a commodity or. But I’m practicing.” (“Only a little.”)“It’s good so far! When do you want to get together?”“I’m visiting friends in Helsingborg this weekend. I’m leaving on Friday, but I’ll be back on Monday morning.”“How about Thursday afternoon? Maybe we can go ice skating?”“Sounds great!”“I’ll invite Petra if that’s OK? We can meet at the bus stop at Hovås Nedre at 1:00pm on Thursday.”“Sounds good. See you both then!”I walked back home and took a dip in the pool, then wrote a couple of letters. I’d mail. To Saturday ki subha jab main utha to dekha maa bhi uthi hui hai aur nashte ki tayaari kar rahi hai,maa ne mujhe turant fresh hone ke kia kaha aur apni dono behno ko jagaane ke lia kaha,,,main pehle ridhima didi ko uthane gaya,to dekha ridhima aaram se so rahi hai,,vo apni taange mod kar so rahi thi,,jiske karan uski gaand ka ubhaar saaf nazara aa raha tha, uski bhari bhari jaange dekh kar mera lawda hamesha khada ho jata tha,khair mere lia to aise nazare roz ki baat hain,main pehle unhe kamar. "At her insistence I got inside and undressed. Mrs. Wise looked me over and said, "Well, MORFS really did a number on you too. You do look lovely though. Now, just go upstairs and I'll bring you some refreshments later."After climbing the stairs to the bedrooms and knocking on her bedroom door, I was ready to bolt again. What should I say to her? I was afraid, very afraid. I was scared that she would be furiously mad at me and make fun of me in front of others. I didn't even occur to me that.