" Mrs Mehawould have agreed to buy Arjun a Porche if he had asked at that point.Kabir had made plans to visit a month later, which was around the Diwa...itime. I met Arjun a few times and we had managed to spend a lot of girltime together. From doing girl talk, watching movies to shopping andvisiting the salon together, we had covered it all. Arjun and I had goneto one of the high end boutiques in central Delhi and gifted ourselveslehengas for Diwali. I hoped Kabir would like it. We also had. Eyes open. Only darkness. I close them, yet it’s no darker. I feel warm. My legs and arms seem bare, but I can feel them, and move them. Damn! Just barely. I’m tied up. His handiwork, again. I am on something soft, like a bed or a cot. Flat on my back, arms overhead, tied together, legs tied together and stretched out straight. Both arms and legs are tied to something else as well, immobile. I hear his breathing beside me in the dark. He is here, next to me. I smell him and his evil intent. . I am sorry. I know that doesn’t help his training.”“I have to ask, though, why does he want to be trained?”“He told me his father and his first woman (he was about to marry this woman) were killed by the new people. He survived when he was injured, fell and hit his head. He thinks they must have thought he was dead. He wants to be a part of the team.”“For revenge do you think?”“No. I don’t think so, but he doesn’t want to remain passive, waiting for them to do something else. They are a passive. Just as I was going to tell Sue I'd gotten done, she appeared at the back door of the house with a nice frosty glass of lemonade."Oh, you're finished already?" Sue asked with a tone of voice that made me think she was genuinely surprised that I'd finished and was just about to tell her I was leaving. "I made some fresh-squeezed lemonade for us if you'd like to come inside and enjoy a glass before you have to go," she offered."Sure, never turn down a real glass of lemonade," I said as I was.