Kitchen ke ander chal rahe tufaan ke awaazo ne mere ander ka tufaan ko bhi itna bhadka diya tha. Kab palak jhapak te do badan vivastra ho gaye yeh muj...e ehsaas tak nahi hua.Rahul ke muh se nikla laar ke baarish mein bheege Manali ki nangi badan ke utaar charav dekh kar lag raha tha. Jaise Sang E Mar Mar (Urdu lafz, which means Marble) se bani do gumbad pani mein bheeg kar aur bhi khil uthe ho. Manali yauvan ki ek murti ban kar khadi thi Rahul ke samne.Kitchen ke ander ka tufaan poore ufaan par. A gentle tap at the door and a furtive look around. This is it. I inhale deeply and go to the door. I open it and pull you through, praying that no-one has seen you. Your heels slap and slip on the wooden floor, still holding your arm I pull you back towards me and steady you. I softly shut the door, locking it leaving the keys in. I turning around and look at you, the light coming from the living room the only lights on in the house illuminating you as you look up at me. A million memories. For the last few years I have been hinting to my wife that it would really be a turn on for me to watch her with another guy. But nothing ever came of it; even though she was becoming more adventurous, I think that was a line she wasn’t prepared to cross. A few weeks ago all that changed. A good friend of ours, a black guy named Aidan, had been grousing to me at work that he hadn’t had any sex in weeks because his wife was very pregnant and just not receptive. One night I mentioned this to my. She denied him the respect and loyalty that were supposed to come with a marriage. So he moved on. Later his second wife that he gave his life to showed him he was always second to her goals. She let him believe he was never right and his decisions were never honored. She emasculated him and showed him he had less worth than the bottle she had turned to. He became a non-person and felt himself fade away. So he moved on. Now he put pieces of his soul on paper and sent them to his publisher for.