I met her that Saturday night, after ensuring that my parents had gone out. She was wearing a simple saree and had just taken bath and was waiting. Sh... was very shy when she saw me and I could then see the reason why. I could see she was excited that she had decorated her bed with flowers and perfumes. She told me she had only read books on the kamasutra and such other topic, but had never found the time to hunt for someone to try them out. Now, I knew that it would be fun to fuck her. I kissed. As was the rest of my body, that's what I get though for wearing a black dress and walking around barefoot in the middle of winter in England.I decided I needed to find a taxi, not only because it was cold but also because I didn't know where I was. This is how most of my Friday and Saturday nights ended; barefoot on some unknown street in London. Occasionally, I'd find myself in an unknown city, but those times were rare. I began to feel woozy and light headed. I wish I could remember what I. I bought the tickets too and came to know it was some flop movie which wasn’t doing much business. I suspected something fishy and kept observing them. They were behaving more like couples, holding hands, touching, joking.As we entered the movie hall I quietly observed their location and sat 2 rows behind them, because the hall was almost empty with only few couples. The lights were turned off so they didn’t notice me. The movie started and with that started the romance. The guy slowly started. "I did my best to comfort her that night. In fact I comforted her twice. The more I thought about it the more I understood. She wasn't just concerned about the end of child bearing, she worried about getting old.I heard an owl hooting and it brought me back to the present. I looked at my watch. 10.15 PM. Where the hell was that train? The express is never late. I looked down the track but there was still no sign. The night around me was black without a sign of another human being. I started to.