Gone with the years. Ground down by marriage, mediocrity, worry and time. Looking into the reflection of her mirror she noticed the smear on the surfa...e left by the cleaning polish from this morning. Reaching up she wiped absentmindedly at it, her mind wishing she could wipe away the years as easily as she could wipe away the mark upon the smooth surface. Wipe them away and start again. Start afresh. A small smile broke upon her face, and her eyes rose back up to stare at herself. Eyes that. Here we balanced the abstract with the practical. Considering the beauty of an arched window might have its moment, but the effort would be put into undertaking the building of such an item. I found myself unwilling to decide as to the preferred route.After a small number of weeks at the new school I was approached by James Lawrence. Jim was, he said, interested in obtaining a balance. He informed me that he was my neighbour, that we ought, if for no reason more than convenience, be friends.. Hussain had already prepared her for the check in at the hotel as a married couple to avoid complications. They checked in, had a wash before going for lunch. After lunch Hussain had to go and meet someone in connection with his work so Sushma stayed in the room. It was late before he got back.“I am awfully sorry Sushma Dear, I got held up,” he apologized. “Anyway the good news is that my work is over and I can be with you throughout for the rest of our stay so we can really enjoy. She had never worn it. It was an knee length Charcoal grey 1940’s pin up styled pencil dress and an suede electric blue pair of peep toe heels. When she bought the outfit it had cost her the equivalent of nearly two months of pay. Being that it was much more dramatic and attention grabbing than her normal style, she had never found an occasion to wear it. Instead leaving it in her closet these past six months, though looking at it had remained one of her favorite guilty pleasures. Maybe she.