We both sat there for a while, neither of us said anything, but I knew I had to tell the truth. He was being open enough with me, and I had to return ...he favour. “I know how you feel” I whispered. He looked at me, smiling. “You mean...you feel it too?”I didn’t say anything. I just sat there, facing forwards. “I know you feel weird mom, but you shouldn’t. There’s nothing wrong about this, people can’t help their feelings” he said.I still couldn’t answer him, I didn’t know what to say, even. Ek din aunty ne mujhse kha.Aunty – Aunj tum mere sath kyo karte ho ?Main – Kyoki aunty main aapko bahot pasnad karta hoon. Kyoki aap bahot sundar ho.Aunty – Main bahot umar ki ho gyi hoon, aur tumhe main ab sundar lagti hoon.Main – Kya baat kar rhe ho aap aunty ji. Aap is umar me itni kamal ki lagti ho, toh apni jawani me aap toh aaga laga deti hogi. Aap ka figure aaj bhi kafi kamal aur mast hai.Aunty – Shukar hai, main kisi ko toh chali lagti hoon.Ye kehte hi aunty muskurati hui whan se chali. After dinner they decided to sit in the front porch and try the smoking again. This time Mann used a taper and smiled with the first draw on the pipe. He sat in quiet contemplation for several moments and then looked up."I have done this before," he proclaimed, removing the pipe from his lips and smiling. "The feel is off, so either the pipe or tobacco was different, or perhaps both."He chose not to speak about his method of lighting the pipe in deference to Karith, but even that seemed. The incident was unsettling, and Arlene sensed an unprecedented turmoil within herself, a turmoil that this small event had pointed out to her, showing her in a way that there was some weak spot within her that made her susceptible. She did not want to admit what she considered to be a failing within herself, however, and as she walked briskly toward the waiting crowd at the terminal, she readied her most self-assured smile. She was after all the girl who knew her own mind, who had turned down.