By day, you are my companion, my rock. The one I trust and turn to and joke with, the one whose thoughts I know nearly as well as my own. By night, yo... are my lover, my protector; you and I on our little square island, making sense of the world. These fleeting moments, between day and night, are not our reason for being, as love needs no reason. Rather they serve to ground us, when life becomes overwhelming. Stripped bare, we can shed the chaos that life entangles us in, and simply be. I arch. Pehle main uska lund moonh mein leti hoon aur tab tak choosti hoon jab tak ki uska maal nahi nikal jaata. Phir uske laude ko waapas khada kar ke apni choot mein dalwati hoon. Isse woh chudai jyada der tak karta hai”. Main boli “Sajid bhi aisa hi hai”. Tabhi Saira boli “Aapa, Jiju tumhari gaand maarte hain?”Maine kaha “Nahin”. Woh boli “Aaj tak kabhi nahi marwayi tumne apni gaand?”. Maine kaha “Ek baar Sajid ne ek ungli meri gaand mein daalne ki koshish kari thi. Mujhe itni jor se dard hua ki. Pulling up his leather stool, he’d sat down and flipped through her paperwork. Lorelai sat, patiently, already in her paper gown. “So what seems to be the problem today? I wasn’t expecting to see you until tennis season again,” he joked lightly. Lorelai chuckled. “I had some questions,” she started. And then took a breath. She could do this. He was her doctor, a professional, and she had no one else to go to. “I…” she began. She felt a flush coming up her chest and face, embarrassment. Guessing I had at least another 50 minutes to spend on her front, I slowed my pace way down, as I stood up to move to her arms, she announced that this wasn't going to work, and that she was going to be way too hot. All the candles she lit earlier created a lot of extra heat, and she asked if I could remove the blanket. I gathered it up and placed it over her robe. I worked both of her arms, and she again complained about the heat. A late August night, and no power not much of a breeze, I.