Bhawna: Akash ye lo chai.Itne ma aunty boli: To theek hai Akash hum nikalte hai, kya tum parso ho yaha ya chale jaoge tab tak!Main ispar Bhawna ko dek...ne laga ki kya jawaab doon to woh aunty se boli: Haan shayad hoga.Aunty: Haan to theek hai aakar milte hai ab, aur Bhawna beta achche se sab dekhna yaha. Ye koi shikayat na le jaaye tumhare mayike.Itne mein Bhawna mere peeche se aunty ko boli: Are aap chinta na karo, ye koi shikayat nahi le jayega wapas.Ispar Neetu mere kandhe par hath rakh boli:. I tried a few more related terms to no avail and finally gave up to the fact that I'd discovered all that I could online. To find out anything else of importance I'd have to take my search to the library.Throwing on a baseball cap and my backpack I locked the door to my apartment and jogged down the stairs and hopped into my car, revving it up and shifting it into a gear."Excuse me! Could you wait a second!" came a woman's voice behind me. Turning I saw the redhead from the window across the. How can it be?Through a heated season, the pending election acted as a tonic, a furious wind at her back. The thought of victory kept her spirits buoyant, her senses alert. Now, the relentless war of words has ceased; the race is over.Early this evening, the unforeseen happened; the gale-force wind of her candidacy mysteriously stalled. Consequently, a feeling of foredoom bled through Manhattan’s Javits Center, Hillary Clinton’s election-night headquarters, the place where she intended to. I am looking forward to writing about Peggy and I hope all of you will enjoy reading about her. As always all characters are at least 18 years of age and all other names are fictitious. The stories will be fiction based on suggestive behavior. THE CREATIVE PEGGY When Peggy woke up on Saturday morning her husband had already left for the airport. Peggy got out of bed and made a pot of coffee and then she looked outside. She was disappointed to see that it was still raining as she knew that the.