“Just wait, you’re gonna love it.” Cassie laughed. She picked up what looked like a Play Station controller and turned a knob.A low rumbling noi...e filled the room, which reminded me of the Thunder Stick, but about 50 times louder.“Oh gawd. Oh gawd. Oh gawd. Holy shit. Holy shit!” Lindsay exclaimed, leaning forward and grabbing hold of the front of the stool.“Isn’t that awesome?” Cassie asked.Lindsay nodded her head, unable to answer.“Now, check out the rotation.” Cassie grinned, twisting more. At that time itself mom also started preparing breakfast and as well as lunch also. My sister leave home at 6 0 clock and I woke up at 9 o clock as usual and dad went to office as usual.Mom went to bathroom and finished bathroom and returned to her room and dressed. She going to hall and see son. His son I watching music channel. Mom told that I ready for your game. He was in heaven and jumped here and there. Mom strictly told you won’t say anything to others including your sister also. He. The singing had stopped, and all was silent, no one talked, everybody looked straight ahead, towards the square's other end, in expectance of an event that I knew nothing about.Slowly I moved through the crowd, in the direction in which everyone was looking, people making room for me to let me pass, until I had reached a point from were I could see what had to be a kind of sanctuary. As the square sloped down in that direction from here on, I could see it quite clearly over the crowd's. It turned out that he was from San Francisco and his full name was Timothy James Bartell.“No way!” exclaimed Katrina. “I have a good friend called Becky Bartell. She is studying here too. Are you two related?”“Yes” said Timothy. “She is one of my many cousins. My father comes from a very large family of boys. They are scattered all across the United States. I think I met Rebecca once at a family re-union many years ago but know nothing about her. I certainly didn’t know she was here. How.