Not sponsors. What's the worst case scenario?"I frowned. "This is all kind of experimental, but it goes something like this -- the worst case is that ...ou just can't find a sponsor who will accept you as a couple. If that happens, you'll be split up. You'll be working for the government and living in what amounts to a barracks with a bunch of other guys. You'll have someone keeping an eye on you, sort of like a parole officer and unemployment counselor rolled into one. You'll be a second-class. Well, I was a bit nervous and said “maybe at a later date”. We exchanged cell numbers and he went home and I went back to the office. That evening I got a text from him saying how much he enjoyed meeting me. I sent him a text back with the same sentiment. We chatted for a while and agreed to meet and see his workshop the next day. I arrived there around 11:00 the next morning and knocked on the door of his shop. After talking for a bit I said, “Why are we here”? He told me that his wife was no. But I had some other ideas for her. I decided to confront her on Mama’s Sanyasi status and her sex life because of that. I was really afraid of asking her this but then I gathered courage and decided to start the conversation. I told mami that maine mama ki diary padhi aur usse pata chala ki unhone 6 saal pehle sanyas le liya tha. Maine yeh bhi kaha ki aap kaise reh pati hain mama ke sanyas ke kaaran. She was quite amused by this statement and reacted by saying ki isme mujhe kya pareshani hain. Nervously, he returned. There was no use trying to make small talk, the elephant in the room was simply too large to be spoken around. Nodding to her attire (while carefully keeping his eyes from the literal booby trap of her neckline), Cole mentioned as casually as he could, ‘I see you’re still dressed up from the party last night. Great party, that. Just great.’ ‘Mm’ was her only reply. She felt the awkwardness every bit as keenly as did he, perhaps more so in her get-up, but she still didn’t.