After shifting the residence in Delhi, they invited me for a dinner. My aunty Rani (name changed) is around 5’5” tall lady, little health (may be ...round 65-67 kg), little brownish complexion and curly hair. She was just 4 year elder to me. They had one daughter also. When I went to their house in Mayur Vihar, Rani aunty opened the door. She was little sweating, may be because of shifting of household items in the new house, but she welcomed me with great smile. Her daughter was busy with TV and. Fear of the pain? No…more accurately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain like a volcanic eruption that makes me scream and scream and scream. So much pain to deliver a life so small. Giving. It had been an annual summer pilgrimage for Patty for many years.The music camp had been the brainchild of a music professor at the University of South Carolina. It accomplished several objectives for the school's music department. It gave many members of the music faculty something close to a paid vacation. It provided two weeks of college level instruction to aspiring young musicians from all over the state. And it gave the faculty the opportunity to identify any local musical prodigies for. After Lee shuddered for the second time he made her go into the cabin.Roger began to get a fire going in the wood stove. Lee stood watching him with the blanket around her shoulders. After a half hour the wood stove was putting off enough heat that Lee could take off the blanket. Roger stood up after putting another log into the stove and Lee moved into his arms. She held him for a long time.Lee pulled away a little and looked into his eyes. She took Roger's hand and led him to the bed. Roger.