Mummy abhi bhi jhuki hui thi aur aunty ko dekh rahi thi tabhi unhe apni gaand pe kuch mahsus hua.Unhone peeche dekha to rajesh uncle apne haath se mer... mallu mummy leela ki gaand sahala rahe the.Ab mummy ne rajesh uncle ki taraf dekha to uncle mummy ko dekhkar smile karne lage aur mummy ne bhi uncle ko ek chudasi bhari smile di.Ab uncle ki himmat aur bad gayi ab wo meri mallu mummy ki gaand ko jor jor se masalne lage.Aur maxi ke upar se apni ungli meri mallu mummy ki gaand ki daraar me ghusane. The owner of our words was wrapped in her shroud and lay in that simple dark box. And so, a chapel filled with a million spoke meaningless gibberish when we attempted to mourn and speak our greatest grief at losing our gift, our Muse. It seems ironic to me that the one moment when all wanted to cherish and remember the cause of letters loved, and stories told, when it was absolutely obligatory to paint our grief in the words she gave us, those words ran dry. I wept. No, I keened because the. This time we went on a Saturday night as last time it had been a Friday; it turned out to be a good choice.When we entered the auditorium; the lights were still up and it was about half full; I would say there was about twenty-five single males and about five females with their partners. The couples seemed to be well spread out and clusters of single men loitered I suppose near the couple they hoped would be up for allowing them to join in.I told Karen to pick a couple; she chose a couple as. I hurried to her side and made sure she was okay. I then looked up at the open door to see what frightened her. There inside the fridge was more food than I remembered being since last night. There was a big ham, milk, fruit, vegetables, eggs, bacon, and all sorts of Christmas cookies. Again I wondered if Santa brought all this stuff too, but quickly brushed the thought from my mind as it was Christmas and anything can happen. It was then we I heard someone knock on the door. Mom went to.