Any unsatisfied or wanna have fun type of aunties/girls in and around Mysore/Bangalore can mail/hangout me on and 100% secrecy is ensured.About Me: I...am a Madhan of 27 years, 6″ tall, broad shoulder, not so far not so dark (south Indian complexion). I am basically from Mysuru, currently working in Bangalore. Coming to the story (please bear with the background before the incident), there was an ear piercing function in my aunt’s house, who lives in a village. It was the month of December with. Both stones gleamed and cast reflections from every angle. Jan held the necklace up to the light and marveled at its beauty. She hurriedly opened the accompanying note.One treasured gem deserves another. The outer stone is Black Onyx, the inner, Fire Opal. I hope you like it. I made it especially for you. When you decide to accept my offer, wear it to let me know.MichaelHer first response was one of anger. How dare he presume. Yet, she was also fascinated by the necklace itself and the naughty. As he opened the door first and then I, she sprinkled colors on him and hit the water balloon on his head. He said “What the hell” and yelled at her. She looked unhappy. He looked less interested in Holi and lazily applied the colors back on her cheeks. She turned to me and I said “He is a lazy boy”. I winked and pulled the colors from her bag and applied it on her face. She wrestled with me and applied colors on my face. With a gag she ran down. I chased her down and splash… There were 3 other. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku chuckled, visibly relieved at seeing the Zibong gone. "Should I stay here?" No," I advised. "Come on down to the campsite. I will keep watch from there."Gaku was more drained.