”“Oh yeah, what was it?”I shrugged. “Can’t really put my finger to it – just something beautiful.”Asha sipped her Coke; her eyes stared ...nto mine. “Something beautiful you say,” her hand then came up and rested on my thigh. “Can you describe it to me – what beautiful thing it was that you were busy thinking about?”My hand fell on top of hers; her fingers played with each other. “I wish I could, but can’t remember it anymore.”“Perhaps you need a little something to help you remember then.”“Yes,. The bag was duly deposited under my desk and I wandered back outside where my vision in loveliness awaited me.Rather than leading me onto the main road passing the college I was led by the hand, happily, up through the campus and up a path which cut straight up the side of the hill on which Lincoln was built. We walked eastwards, the view to the south across the roofs of the city, the river and to the tree covered hill across the valley. A short walk brought us to the top of the large. So I wished he won’t hump for a while, a bead of sweat drop caressed my cheek and fell onto the floor of the bus.The conductor was yelling to give space to people who are getting down and it was pretty intense. Suddenly the guy who stood behind me held my hand and dragged me to the door. I was dazed and just followed him to the door and we were the last to get down from the bus. I wished no one saw the wet spot on my jeans. I was looking at him and he was looking at his watch. He was handsome,. All the way we both were free in talk; I was talking naughtily as she is also free of nature. I told her, in the street, I like only you very much because of your eyes, nature and talk. Then she told me what is in your mind and I am a married women. That day was for me suddenly I told her and see aunty there is no one in house except you and me. So please I want to go away from your house then she told me why you called me as aunty, every time you called me as bhabhi? I observed her face and.