I am 19 years old and studying in a reputed engineering college in the first year. I am reading ISS for the past 6 years. But, I don’t have Courage ...o write my experience. By reading all of your experiences now I am writing my own. I belong to a Middle class Muslim Family. In our family we are consisting of five members. My farther, my mother, my elder and younger sister and me. My elder sister was 6 years older than me. So, she was married to software professional. And my younger sister was. Any chance you’d have dinner with me tonight instead?’ She seemed unsure, but then agreed. ‘You don’t need to pick me up, because I’m staying around the corner at the Hotel Russia,’ she said, naming a monolithic hunk of Soviet architecture the communists had built for their few tourists. We made it 7.30, and as I watched her walk briskly off huddled against the cold, I realized I felt lonely, and not just because Russia does that to you. I headed back to my hotel for meetings. It had taken six. I shifted my weight from welly to welly. I wiggled side to side (I have a bad back and if I stand still too long, it aches, so I have my Wiggle, which helps). I was now sideways on to him, so I took a little sidestep towards him. Sidestep (a smaller one now). I felt his arms envelop me as he pulled me in to his chest (blimey, how long were his arms?) And there I was, head on his lower chest, arms suddenly on either side of him. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t get my hands all the way round. Maine use apne mobile me ek hot video play kiya aur bataya aur maine apna ek hath uske piche se rakhKe right shoulder par le aaya tha. Dhire dhire wo bhi mere paas aati gayi aur maine video stop kar diya aur uski ankho me ankhe dal ke dekha, kya kamvasna dikhai de rahi thi.Maine puchha – rita, kitne din ho gaye?Usne kaha – sagar bahut din ho gaye mujhe jannat ki sair nahi mili.Mujhe uski aankho me kaam vasna ki bhukh saaf nazar aa rahi thi.Maine kaha – koi baat nahi, aaj sab kuchh thik ho.