We talked of this and that and looked each other in the eye and wished the “kebab mai haadi’s” would go away. No such luck so we just had to bid... our time.Back in Mumbai, a meeting was arranged and one Saturday guess who knocks on my door – Hema darling. I let her and guess whose following – Uma darling. Help – what was the latter doing here?Hema was dressed in a yellow sari with a matching blouse and guess what – dark black flat heels. Uma was in grey – sari and blouse and heels one could die. Aunty: Tum log ache ladke ho. Par pyar karne me koi gunah nahi hai. Agar tumhe koi pasand hai to usme koi galat bat nahi hai. Pyar pavitra hota hai. Meri aur tumhare uncle ki bhi love marrige thi. Bahot hasin din the vo, Me unka ghar par intezar karti thi aur vo kam se ate the thake huve firbhi vo phool le kar aate the. Mere balon me sajate the. Raat raat bhar pyari bate karte the.She continues, Aunty : Javani ke din bade hasin hote hai unhe puri tarha jee lena chahiye. Fir umar badh jane ke. I resigned my position at Tiger on Monday and on Friday I was getting my things together to make the move to State the next afternoon. Tiger’s summer term ended, so I decided to go to the Tiger’s Den—it’s a hangout like State’s Horseshoe. I wanted to bid all my friends good-bye. ‘I hadn’t seen Robby much the past two years or so, and when I saw him with a bunch of his old Tiger teammates drinking beer something came over me—I really can’t explain it. ‘Robby hadn’t changed a bit, he was still. I am afraid that I will start getting garbage pickup every day of the week. This story just goes to demonstrate the truth of the old adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!” I have gone from wishing with all my heart and with all my soul to become the total, obedient, sissy slave of a beautiful, dominant Goddess, and I have gotten that wish, for which I am eternally greatful, but the ironic twist is that, in becoming Her slave, I have become what I never thought I would.