I looked her over. It seemed to me that she was still dressed in the same outfit she'd been wearing last night when I'd been over for dinner with her,...her sister and her mom. I invited her in and, once again, she breezed right past me and plopped herself down in my place on my large sofa. I joined her and sat down at the far opposite end of the couch. The two of us had a small staring contest, neither of us choosing to say anything. After two or three minutes, (it seemed like an hour) she. Last minute I decided to light a few candles wandering around I light them making sure to shut off the over heads and locking the door behind me. I step into the light of the hall way and wonder if he will be pleased with me.Out on the street I can see the cars flying past unaware of the things I have planned though I feel as if every eye is on me. Labeling me, knowing what I am. I light a cigarette, a feeble attempt at calming myself as I watch my hands shake more and more with each drag. . Her father died when Saritha was 11.After that, her uncle (father’s brother) Sukumaran looks after her family matters. Saritha is a dancer too. This incident happened in 2001, when she was 16.that time, she got an opportunity to perform in a programme linked with onam celebrations at Trivandrum.Eventhough there are not much money to reach Trivandrum, and her mother asked Sukumaran for help. He assured that he will give enough money and can join with Saritha in her long journey. Programme. .’ and then I was out. ~~~~~~ ‘Hi, sweetie,’ my Mom said, the next time I opened my eyes, ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Hi, Mom,’ I smiled, as soon as my vision cleared, ‘I’ve been better.’ ‘Jessica Clark, your office manager, called us as soon as she found out what hospital you were taken to,’ Mom smiled, ‘She was so sweet to do that.’ ‘What the hell happened, son?’ I heard Dad ask, as he came into view. After I told my parents what had been relayed to me, I saw Mom’s face go pale as she said, ‘Oh.