It had been a year or two since I wore it, and all the weightlifting I had been doing had added an inch or two of muscle to my back, chest, thighs, an... butt. When I managed to cram myself into the yellow string bikini, I put my t shirt and shorts back on, and climbed up to the roof of the girls’ administrative office, where I could sun myself without being seen by residents or counselors. I oiled up and stretched out, but I had just started to relax when I heard steps on the ladder. I looked up. We settled in and she watched while I started eating my free pizza. She started firing off questions about how I felt about this and how I felt about that. Some of it was politics, and some was about the level of violence in American society. Some of it didn’t make any sense at all, like what colors I liked the most, and what kind of shoes I thought were best.I don’t mean brands of shoes. She asked “If you were going on a walk that was between six blocks and a mile, what kind of shoes would you. "Why?" asked Gerald and when I didn't reply he added. "I mean it, you look amazing. I'm bowled over, really I am." He could see I was in no fit state to drive so he took the keys from me and we drove back in silence. When we got into the house, Gerald asked, "Are those Ayun's clothes?" Yes," I replied, "I should have asked you first." "That might have sounded a bit strange if you had done!" said Gerald and then laughed, "Please have them, all of them, your need is greater than mine!" Then. I’ll continue my story in desi language.To baat jab ki hai jab main college main padta tha and first semester main he mera or mere dost ka pura dabdaba tha hamse koi ladai karne ki kosis be nahi karta tha or na he senior kabi kuch bole so aeise he first sem chala gya fir second semester main hame padhane ek new teacher aai uska naam “sonia” tha or pehle he din maine thoda unko pareshan kar diya to mujhe nahi malum tha ki vo keise impress ho gyi or mujhpe fida ho gyi next day usne bahane se.