After sometime i gave her my mobile number and asked her to call me if she needs anything anytime. Next day morning , after my breakfast i went to the...r place to ask suresh how that fire accident happened. He told me everything and confessed that he lost his job. He was in a depressed mood. I consoled him saying everything will be ok and left them alone.I hadn’t visited them for more than 3 weeks. But sometimes i noticed that their apartment is full of relatives all time. After few days i got. I shook my head, moving past the display and an upended trashcan that spewed litter onto the pockmarked sidewalk. The street was quiet. Seemed even crime took the day off now and then.The screen in the next store fizzed to life offering coffee and a slab of cake for ten bucks. Just how I like it; hot, black and rich. That was the trouble with the city. Everything inescapably personalized, based on tastes and behavior and past purchases. No room to try anything new. Data drove everything. It was. Or main vahin apni bf dehane laga. Bf dekhte samye mujhme garmi aagi.or maine apne sare kapde uttar diya. Or sofa par bath gaya .Mera 9” ka land meri tango ke bich main tana khda tha. Jab bf dekhte dekhe mujhse kabu nahi hua to maine muthi marli. Ye sab kala choti bahan dekh rahi thi .maine dhayan nahi diya uske kamre main se sab kuch saf saf dikhi de raha tha. (agle din usne hi bataya) Muthi marker main so gaya. Subah 8 baje kala hi mujhe jagane aii. Bade hi pyar se meri gallon par hath pher. ”Tammie leaned forward – TJ almost wished she’d stop doing that, it made it hard to think. Almost.“Something will come up, something always does.” She reached over and squeezed TJ’s hand. And that seemed okay, even though that was the hand that was missing fingers.Tammi didn’t let go for a long second, then jumped up at the sound of the order bell and slipped over to pick up TJ’s meal.As she returned, a tall thin man in a blue mechanic’s shirt, and what probably used to be blue jeans slouched.