I didn’t want anything. The phone rang. I answered on the third ring. It was Julia. ‘I’m sorry about last night.’ ‘Don’t worry about it. I...should have…’ ‘No. You don’t understand. You said exactly what I was thinking too. I just…’ ‘Really?’ ‘I didn’t know what to say. It scared me, so I ran. Meet me at Luigi’s. Please.’ ‘Okay. Luigi’s. Say, in an hour?’ ‘Yes.’ I heard the phone click as Julia hung up. It’s hard to explain how I felt at that moment. The best I can say is I felt something like a. Mom : abhi nichod lo na… Aur who mom ka mumma zor zor se dabane laga…. Mom mast ho gaye thodi der baad mom ne doosra mumma bhi blouse ke bahar nikaala aur upar paloo daal diyaMom ke dono mummae ab headlight ki tarah dikhayee pad rahe the who mom ke mummae daba raha tha aur mom uska lund pant ke bahar se masalane lagiiBhupi : aunti bahar nikalo na is ko zip khol keMom ne zip kholi aur uska lund bahar nikala…Mom : uffffffff kitna bada saamp hai.yeh to bhut zaherla hogaBupi : aunti bill bhi to. One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchenOne, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning. They were armed with a club or a long knife and nothing else. They didn't even have any armour. The one I actually ran into was near the centre of two and he had been pissing up against a wall and therefore out of sight when I started to slip across the main road that lead from the one gate to the other. The man started upon seeing me and he hefted his club in response before even shouting a challenge or stepping towards me. His motion however showed intent and I dealt with him quickly. My.