"Why did you have your hair cut short?" I questioned."Don't you like it?" She said, raising her hand to fluff at the side."That wasn't the question. D... you like it short?" Why, would you like to see it longer?" It amused me that Diane like most women seemed to answer a question with another."Diane. It's a simple question. Why did you have your hair cut short?" I smiled as I asked, letting her know that there was no anger in the question"Terry wanted it. He said my long hair made me look old." I. Ake din mai boli abi randi saali tu to khoob pelwati hai mai kab pelwaoongi to wo boli kisi ko pata le mai boli nahi tu hi kuch kar to wo kuch der soch kar boli kal bataoongi mai ghar chali aai raat me9:30 pm me uska phone aya wo boli sheela mai boli haan bol wo boli madharchod chodwayegi maine kaha kisee to wo boli kal to school mat jana ghar se school ke liye nikalna par mere ghar aana mai samajh gai agle din subah mai school ke liye ghar se nikli par fatima ke gharChali gai wo log muslim the. She set the notebook down beside her own work and started to compare our answers. She hissed in frustration and took an eraser to her own work.Panic surged through me, and I started to reach over and stop her pencil, “Don’t do that. I went too fast, I’m probably wrong.”She looked through her eyelashes at me. “You’re not. I can see the mistake I made.”I hated my brain. People saw me do things, thinking things and they always looked scared. People expected it out of some skinny kid with. Things between us are so strange. We’re friends, we’ve agreed to that. Yet there seems to be something that always pulls at us. Something inside of us when we come together burns us both. The intensity of it is sometimes too much to bear. You keep to yourself about the other half of your life, and I tell you everything about myself. You know more about me than sometimes I even care to know. Yet a part of me feels I don’t know you at all. You’re quiet demeanor is completely different than.