Jo ki mukhe pasand nahi hai. Mujhe apni student life me hostel ki maza nahi mili, par jab se me ISS padna start kia, tab se bahut saare story me mujhe...bahut ladkio ki small aur short nighties and dresses ki taste mili. Aur me har roj wo sab pehen ne ko sochti hoon aur mummy ko bhi maine boli ye baat. Par mummy ne sidha na kar di.Ek din Maine online shopping ki website search karne lagi aur mujhe kuch satin short night dress dekhne ko mili. Aur meroon color ki ek nighty mujhe bahut pasand aayi.. It was a little like trying to identify and see each piece of shrapnel as the bomb goes off. As a result I didn't say anything. I was thinking so fast and furious that I didn't vocalize. Part of that chaos was because of something about my own background that they didn't know about, but which leapt into the fray that consisted of my fragmented thoughts."I told you this would be a bad idea," said Randy.Kathy just looked at me. I got the impression that this had all happened before... that they. ..Tell my why, tell me why,Why my heart skips a beat,Every time dat you’re near,Every time dat we meet....I love yuh, yes, I do,Oh, won’tcha tell me why?...Tell me why I love yuh so,Yuh know my heart will nevuh letcha go,Yuh know my love fawh yuh is on de square,When I wake up in de mawhnin’,I wantcha right dere!...Tell me why, tell me why,Why my heart skips a beat,Every time dat you’re near,Every time dat we meet....I love yuh, yes, I do,Oh, won’tcha tell me why?“Is that your way of punishing. He had a laptop bag in one hand and was wearing a white laboratory coat that came down to his knees on top of his ash t-shirt and blue denim trousers. ‘My God! Is this really you?’ He was bounding the rest of the way now. I shut the half open car door and opened my arms. There were too many emotions to express, but all we did was hug. It was quite a long hug, as bitter memories we shared in a previous life washed up to the surface. I swallowed mine back down like regurgitating meat coming up a.