It was then that I learned the ways in which one might elude a pursuer."His slight accent, normally not noticeable, had become perceptibly more obtrus...ve as he spoke.We were stopped momentarily at a traffic light, and now he turned to look at me. "I am not illegal now, I am citizen. Many years ago there was a time when this was offered to those who had been here for long time, amnesty they called it." He stumbled slightly over the word. "It was not then as it is now, you understand."That one I. No matter how much he badgered me on it, I didn't give in. I kept it in a ponytail all the time, and that seemed to help a bit. Through most of high school I had kept around shoulder length. However, my last year at home I refused to get it cut at all, and it grew past my shoulder blades. I counted the days, kept my cool and left home having known that I had won.Now I was out on my own. I found a studio apartment near campus and settled right in. I liked having friends, but I also am the kind. He was not much of a guy. Loser. Usually drunk not even good looking, skinny, 45y old, but he had smth brutal. He seemed like the guy who would do anything for some booze. He was sitting on a chair with loose shorts and flip flops and I couldn't help but stare at his veiny legs and admittedly good-looking feet. Suddenly I caught myself trying to take that picture with me,as I passed by trying to ignore him he waved at me turned a little and then I saw it... his big hunging balls were touching. “everything will be all right…don’t worry about that….I mean…you cannot live alone for whole life…..Chaachi Ji (her mom) aaj hain…I wish she should always stay healthy…but one day we all have to go” I spoke in the tone as if I am trying to make her understand, like we speak with children. ” I know…..mujhe shaadi se koi problem nahi hai…but main wo nahi karr sakti” Mukta spoke while looking down, I smiled a bit on her statement and spoke in same fashion,“come on Mukta, ab koi tumse shaadi karega.