’ She said ‘My friends are commenting on me’. I said ‘What they commented?’ She hesistated first but then told me that they are calling her ...��Ripen mangoes’. I was so busy in reading that I have not even noticed that she was wearing white T-Shirt and dark blue colored jeans. I was astonished to see her in such a avatar and removed my specs and just watching her. She broke my inspection by saying that ‘This is because of you.’. I smiled her back and said ‘Don’t worry.No stone is thrown on. She gave me a dagger of a dirty look in the process.I needed some eggs and the eggs were right across from a magazine rack where three eighteen-year-olds boys were standing. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hide my nakedness from the boys, so I just let go of my dress and hoped for the best. I was bent over for the longest time checking each carton for the best eggs. I kept my knees straight when I bent over and I could feel the short hem of my dress riding way up on my bare. Sad and forlorn but the thorns were still there to prick and draw blood. She was in a mad house but still held on to her story with the tenacity of a stubborn crab. Green eyes glared back at the cold hazel eyes of the psychiatrist and she rapped the hard table with a loud bang and said “I’m telling you what I told that fat buffoon of a cop, I was raped by an angel!” The psychiatrist who was listening to her with half an ear stared at her pen that had stopped writing, shook it hard and watched. Mai ne bhi chutne ka koi parytan nahi kiya. Fir mami ne mujhe choda or sharmati hui kamre se bhar bhag gai. Bhar se mami ki hasi ki awaj rahi thi. Jaise hi mai kamre se bahar aaya to dekha mami ka paloo niche gira tha or blouse k do hook khule the or aaj koi bra bhi nahi pahni thi. Unke mote mote glob pure dikh rahe the. Mai unhe dekhta raha or mami fir sharma gayi or boli tu bhi na.or hasti hasti chali gayi. Mai jab nahane ghusa to mami fir kapde lekar aa gai. Mera lund to 90 dgree pe khada ho.