I said “Maya didi, I am here, what do you want?” “You just wait and I will tell you” was her reply. I waited in the room till I heard the bath...oom door click open and Maya didi stepped into the room. She was wearing a white bath towel tightly wrapped around her which just about covered her upper torso and reached to her knees. I was not used to such sights and I got startled in experiencing this sight. Maya didi started combing her hair, brushing off the water from her head. As she lifted her. Realising what to do she began to drink thesoup through the straw, a very tricky feat without thumbs. Next shetried the banana, lucky for her it was already peeled as she picked itup and slid it into her mouth the thought of what it must look like toanyone watching not stopping her as she was starving. The small breadchunks were tricky but she managed to get them down before drinking afew glasses of water. The food and fluid intake stopping her tummygrumbles but stirring another feeling as she. The day we last spoke. A day I was so happy, complete. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My eyes on the door, jumping when the doorbell rings again. Where would I start? Some things must never be. ”“Ma’am, I’m not gonna hurt her. We have kissed but that is about it. I will never pressure her for anything, and she sets all the rules between us. Neither one of us is ready for k**s or marriage yet, and I intend to keep it that way for the immediate future. And if you tell me to stop seeing her, I will of course comply. But we both like the same things, since we ran into each other by accident the first 2 times doing things we both enjoy. And next weekend we are going to my school dance,.