Par me usse aankh nahi mila pa raha tha. Dopahar ko jab bhatija school gaya to uske baad hamne lunch kiya. Baad me wo boli ki me nahane ja rahi hu, me...phir excited ho gaya. Nahane ke baad wo night gown me bahar aayi me uske room me tha to jaane laga. Wo boli kaha ja rahe ho. Maine kaha aap ko change karna hoga. To usne kaha haa me change kar lungi plz tum yahi raho waise bhi kal raat tumne sab dekh hi liya hai…Aur usne bina mera reply sune apna gown nikal diya. Uska blouse mere najdik tha to wo. This changed my opinion on her. My friends also said that it too filmy type like having respect and all and that i should fuck her too. In the beginning it didn’t affect much but few days later i started to crave for her. I even masturbated seeing her pics. As our college farewell was nearby i started to be in touch with her. Started with hello and all to casual discussions etc. She also showed me pics of the saree she was going to wear and pics of her ear rings and all. Finally the farewell. It was almost a month after I arrived at the British university from Hong Kong. It’d been a long day at the campus and I was looking for a relaxed Friday evening with Bach in my dorm room. It was a typical day of ‘Good English Weather’, meaning: cold, damp and drizzling. I was queuing up for the bus outside the campus to return to my hall of residence a few miles away. ‘What’s that?’ There came a girl’s voice behind me. I looked around just to make sure that she was talking to me. ‘Oh, it is. Not physically, mind you, but emotionally. She seemed a young woman, not a preteen. She placed her head on my shoulder again and we fell silent. ‘Daddo? Do you miss her?’ ‘Your mom?’ I asked. She nodded. ‘Every day,’ I replied. ‘I really loved that woman, Bonnie. But it’s not like it was, years ago. It’s sort of faded away. Besides, I have you, and you remind me so much of your mother.’ For the first time in my memory, Bonnie wiped away a little tear for her mother. I held her like that for a.