Pordin baba armaa pension er jonnyo ekta joint account kholar jonnyo bank yegelo.preeti o dupurer khaoar kheye paser barir ekta meyer sathe geloparata...ghure dekhte.barite roilam ami ar mamima.amader khaoa daoa hoyegiyechilo tai ami laptop ta on kore ek khana hasir movie onkorlam,'bhanu goenda-johor assistant'.Mamima to barbar hese goriye porlo.ami paser ghore water bottle taante gelam.hotath mamimar hath mouse pore vlc player ta off hoyegelo.ami bollam video ta te dekhun movie tar naam. He was smiling, and whatever he was packing, sure looked pretty good. I asked him with a sly look what he wanted, he stared at me and just motioned that we should go to some quiet place, I agreed and we left.At this point in time I was sitting in the front seat of his taxi. We pulled up to a abandoned factory, a perfect place where none crossed. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I was surprised to see that Kolkata was a ghost town where we were. The taxi driver started to unbuckle. ... “Christmas Eve parties had been a tradition in my family for as long as I could remember. When Paul and I married, I continued the tradition. We had always held them late at night on Christmas Eve after Jeff was in bed and sound asleep because all the ladies came, pun intended, scantily dressed. Dressed for sexcess, you might say. Those parties always ended up with everyone getting laid, either right there in our living room, or later after they got home. Our closest friends did it right. 'They were a nice bunch, obviously sad that Olga was going and annoyed with selfish Wilhelm. I concentrated on Olga, trying to lighten her mood, and she gradually perked up. By the time we'd reached the coffee stage she was smiling more naturally and even cracking jokes. Her friends began to make their excuses and leave. They all had to work in the morning. By half past ten only Olga and I were left at the table.'I ought to go home too, ' she said. 'I haven't finished packing yet.''When are you.