“I wonder whatscreen names they use?”“Chris, that’s none of our business,” said Heather, butChris had already clicked on...the button that would showthe multiple choice of screen names.“Holy shit!” cried Chris in a strangled whisper. “Chris, your language,” admonished his mother. “No, no look at this,” said Chris, motioning his motherover with excited gestures. Heather didn’t move, but her curiosity got the betterof her.. Eventually, she did and was supposed to shift to Pune in March 2017.Before she was to leave, we met with another couple of friends as her farewell from Delhi. We were sitting in one of lounge bar in Hauz Khaas. All was going good, all were pulling each other’s leg and cracking jokes.Then, in-between when I was at the bar to get a drink, she came up to me and said she wants to have a word with me. She mentioned that her marriage is not going great as her in-laws are very greedy and they. Me apni story iss par first time likh raha hu ye ek real story hai waise iss ka daily reader hu mujhe yahan ki saari stories boht pasand hai, ek baat bataun to mujhe ladkiyon ke feets yani peir boht pasand hai jahan bhi sundar feetsDekhta hu dil karta hai achi tarah chaat lu choos lu meri lunn ka size kafi acha hai mota taja hatta kattaa me apni story par aata hu ye story meri or meri cuzn jiska naam mannu hai baat us samey ki hai jab me 12th me Tha school ke vacation the or wo 11th me thi wo. "What's wrong, Joe?" she asked."Nothing," I grumbled."You were thinking about Alicia again, weren't you?" Yeah." I know it's hard to let go," she said."Yeah, and I know I should." Be gentle on yourself," she said. "It's okay that it takes some time. How many months did you let me cry on your shoulder? Six? And how many late nights did I call you because I was lonely or depressed?" I didn't count." I know. And I'm not going to count for you. You need me, I'll be there."Sharon's expression was.