Kahan chhodu? Tumhare gaand mein ya munh mein?”Mera chota beta bahut nalayak hai, mujhse kaise baat kar raha tha. Magar ashcharya ki baat yeh hai ki...mujhe achcha lag raha tha. Maine kaha, “Munh mein.” Ashu poora zoor sa ab mere gand mar raha tha, phir usne apna lorra mere gand sa nikala or aik dum Nishu ko hatate huye mere munh mai de diya or maine uske lorra ko lolli pop ki tarah chosna shuroo ker diya. Usme mere gand ka maal bhi laga tha magar main chusti rahi.Mai uski maa hoon is liye mai. Snow will become ice making you a tunnel to escape by.’ The voice was but a whisper in her left ear. Immediately raising the feather the wind caught it grabbing it out of her hands. As quick as she felt it rip from them. She felt it back safely in her fist. Time to try to figure that out. She had to stay alert, sensing the dire situation. Ghost picked up speed as though he knew it was his long strides that would save them. As the first snow started to bury them, her feather touched it.. But on next day evening after coming from my work, I took her out for dinner. Soon after that, I asked whether she wanted to watch any movies. But she was not interested at that time.So from there, I took her for a long drive. While talking to her on the way, I forgot how long we have come. We crossed outskirts of Bangalore. I stopped my car and asked her to come out of the car. It was the rainy season, so outside it was a cool vibe. I just held her hand and asked her for a walk. She agreed and. I knelt down to try and see through the key hole but something was hanging in the way so i crept outside and looked in through the window. In the mirror i could see Kirsty in a summer dress standing in front of mum who was sitting on her bed.“ Try this one on it will really suit you” she saidKirsty smiled and started unbuttoning the front of the dress.“Let me help you with those they can be so fiddely” mum said as she stood up. Kirsty moved her hands out of the way as mum undid the remaining.