I was the kind of student that wasn’t the famous football captain,but I wasn’t a nerd neither.But I didden’t say there are no nerds in here,god,...he kinds with the glasses,fugly clothes,terrible.One day Amy would come back to school , crying , god knows why… I was already back from school , since Amy was a grade lower then me, she had a expedition trip with some kind of German organization that teaches kids why Adolf Hitler was a terrible person, but the fact he got so many people behind him was. I tried and was never good at what people considered the “cool” instruments. So I just listened more and more, open to whatever someone was willing to throw my way. Because I was blind I never really noticed it, but the crowd that I drew was by no means limited. When freshman year in high school rolled around, I realized just how many different people actually were able to hold conversation with me about music, no matter the type. I could switch from conversing about country to hip-hop just as. The story happened in January when I had gone to Coochbehar for a week’s time to meet with my relatives. This was my first trip there after getting a job in Kolkata so it was coming after nearly 3 years. As a result, all my aunts, uncles and brothers were terribly excited to see me. I got showered with gifts, fattened up with delicious Bengali cooking (courtesy my grandmother) and in general had a blast. On the 3rd day, I got an invitation from Sona Masi (my aunt’s name is Sona Bhattacharjee). Quitting time came around and she was next to me waiting so we both took off and she said my place or yours? I said mine so we got into my car and she left hers in the parking lot and we took off for my place. I did not live very far from work but it felt like a million miles. We pulled into my drive and we went inside and she quickly said be right back and went down the hall to the bathroom. I sat in the chair not knowing what to but when she came back into the living room I got a good idea..