"Last chance to slam on the brakes. But if she did that, would she lose it all? Would she go back to being referred to as "Little," who read books at ...he front desk and folded her towels exactly how she was taught to? She didn't want that. She was unsure of many things, but of that, she was certain."I'm good."They settled the bill and made their way out into the biting cold. "You know, I've never been this type of girl. I over-think everything and usually end up doing nothing."Hayden pulled her. The bus was pretty empty with no one interesting in the bus. However, the main action started from Harihar. People who travel regularly in this route will vouch there are lot of people who board any bus to go to Davangere from Harihar. Once for a change, I was using the style which female members do so frequently, i.e. making their luggage sit next to them. The bus started and I felt lucky since the bus was full but no one ventured to sit next to me. There is a left turn no sooner the bus come. I mean night after night, time after time. He seems to take so much pleasure and ignoring how it made me feel. I tried to talk to my mother about it, but all I got was ‘a wife’s duty!’ and other platitudes. I guess the only good thing is the monthly bleeding stopped. My mother made such a big deal about it a couple of years ago.”“Oh wow!” I thought to myself. “She didn’t even know she was pregnant?” I kept reading and saw the note when she finally realized she was pregnant. Talk about another. .. something. A collective identity, maybe. A community of spirit that, on an individual level, we seldom feel. It is deeply buried in us, normally, though some have a touch of it, as Carlos does, as others do."Again a sea of nods."When we all felt the tug of those three billion souls being torn from the fabric of that collective consciousness we didn't even know we shared, it loosened it some in a few people, reminded others that it was there..."Sam stood straighter then, defiantly it might.