Ab story pa ata hu .Ye baat 2015 ki ha jab attock ma rehta tha or waha pe shop pa part time kam karta tha or shuru ma kisi bhi ladki sa baat nahi kart... or na hi unh daikta tha .Waha shop pa kam karte hua kuch din bad meri adat badal gai ab ma ladies sa baat bhi karta tha or unhe atend bhi kart tha.Waha pe aik aunty ati thi jo kashmir ki thi unki age 30 saal thi wo hamesha kuch na kuch la kar jati thi wo auntty mjh sa kafi fre ho k ar baat karti thi ma bhi unke sath fre ho kar baat karta tha. “Tell you what,” she put down her drink as we finished laughing about an old teacher, “why don’t we dance? See if anything jogs my memory?” Cora stood and held out her hand for me. I accepted it and she didn’t let go while we positioned ourselves in the center of the room. The music was soft, almost haunting, as my body slipped towards hers and we started to gently move. Her fingers were warm to my touch and underneath her dress her body was soft against mine as the rhythm casually pushed. Unhona kaha tum abhi chota hoon.ye khel tumhare liya naheen hai.me chup hokar apne kamre me aa gaya.jab mein 16saal ka tha.tab mere dooston ne mujhe blue film dikae aur kaha yeh jo log kar raheen usse sex kehta hai.mere samajh mein sab kuch aa gaya ke us din kaya hua tha.phir usko soch soch kar main muth marta.jab mein 18saal ka hua.tho maine ek din dekha ki papa mummy se keh rahan hai.’arre rani tera beta bada ho gaya hai.kaheen wo hawas mitane ka liya kuch galat na kar bathe kuch kar’.etna. As summer began I was trying desperately to get my love life on track. I worked for a small company so I had little or no options of meeting people through work. I wasn’t a drinker, so the bar thing was hard. I decided the best way was networking through friends. This met with weak results. Women love to be matchmakers but their attractive friend always turned out to be a fright. As August wound down I was at peace with my singleness but frustrated with my lack of luck in finding a lady. I am.