Abhi jo me aapke saath share karane jaane vaala hu, ye sabhi real incident hain. Sirf real incidence bataunga ho padhane me mazha nahi aayega, issliye...kuch imagination bhi add kar raha hu. Imagination wala part main bracket me likhunga.PART-I first incident of my lifeBohot purani baat hain, tab main bohot chota tha, school bhi nahi jaata tha. Lekin wo scene muzhe abhi bhi bohot acche se yaad hain. hum tabhi mumbai city se thode door rehte the, ek chawl main. Waha ghar me toilet nahi tha. Ghar. My nose lined up with the nose holes. My lips poked outthrough the mouth hole. Leather Mistress zipped the hood down. The builtin collar of the hood was tighten by the strap in the back, let the oring rested against the front of the collar.Ilsa walked over with a small silver tray. Ilsa opened the little caseand pulled out a contact. She set the contact in my right eye, then theleft eye. Ilsa picked up a tube of crimson red lipstick and painted mylips. I felt my lips being painted for me to be. "I'm already working on them. With real engineer oversight, of course. That's data on a computer screen. In a program." I know," Jeffrey said. "I've used the program." That's part of that substation tour," I said. "Dan wanted me to see what the equipment looks like that those symbols on the screen represent." You DO have a clue," he said. "I have full-grown students who have no idea what they might do with a degree." Embedded controllers," I said. "Remember my cat feeder." I'd rather something. They pushed their snouts into their faces and sniffed them, rubbing their scaly cheeks against the strangers like enormous, reptilian cats. They tugged at the unfamiliar clothing that the humans were wearing and ran their stubby fingers through their hair, seemingly interested both by the texture, and the variations in color and style between the visitors.Oddly they stayed away from Webber, greeting her with their headrubs, but paying her less attention than they did the other humans. Was it.