She glanced at him again, her mouth slightly parted, dishevelled hair and eyes of desire. He could not wait another moment. In a heartbeat he crossed ...he room, his look was predatory. He pinned her to the bed holding her down with his weight. Ava gasped but did not protest. She still felt dazed, and the whole moment was dreamlike. His gazed lowered to her full mouth, and he almost growled. His kiss was hard, commanding and almost punishing. Relentless with his lips, his hands assailed her. His voice one again invades your thoughts, ‘come with me little one, our dance on the wind is over’ and he slowly spirals down to the earth and alight beside the still roaring fire. Instantly, he is again a man. He walks to you and speaks in an unknown tongue and miraculously you are once again standing on two feet as a woman. The whole experience makes you reel. Unsure of reality, of when and where you are, your mind feels feeble and unable to cope with the gifts it has been given. He extends. We somehow managed to reach the house, where we found a note from aunty that she was going to attend a marriage function and wont be back till evening. Diya being a sportsperson knew what kind of relief could be given for such an injury. She said that she needed to know the seriousness of injury by looking at the color of the skin. Then, she would massage that part with vaseline.I was more than happy to agree to her suggestion. But she was hesitant and said I should do this on my own. I said. As usual, she had migrated to her tent right after dinner and I was adding wood to the fire and giving it a good stir to keep it going – I have always loved a good cheerful campfire. Without thinking I started to softly sing a few of my favorite old hobo songs, and was about halfway through ‘Hallelujah, I’m a Bum’ when I heard her come out of the tent and stare at me. I stopped and turned to look at her, and she was crying her eyes out with real tears. That song, she told me, had been her late.