“It’s no use complaining,” Sandra said. “We can’t not go. You know that perfectly well.”I sighed, eyeing the invitation theatrically. “�...�Christmas themed dress’,” I muttered. Please tell me you’ve thrown out those ridiculous green tights you forced me to wear last year.”“Don’t be such a Scrooge,” Sandra said.Now there was an idea. The next day I visited a fancy dress outfitters, where a very patient young woman furnished me with the necessary Victorian costume, including a stovepipe hat,. Bedroom me chaltehai I tried picking her up but was not able to. She said “Itna bhi dumnahi? To mujhe kya chodega? Hearing vulgar words like ‘chodega’ from her mouthturned me on. To which i replied “Vaishu tera abhi paani kisne nikaala? Tujhe to chodunga hi, aur teri gaand bhimaarunga.” She laughed and said “To chale mere gandu.” We wentto the bedroom fondling and kissing. I said would like to see blue film inlaptop. She said but the laptop doesn’t have any. I said I will show you. Wewere busy. . the old manor is quite large. I don’t think many would have noticed whole rooms were being stripped out. I think the cover story was that the manor needed renovations.”It was disheartening to realize my father and mother had grown so callous that they had barely noticed. I couldn’t say I was surprised. When I was living there, it seemed like he treated his staff as if they were invisible to him. My mother saw them as a necessary nuisance. Or much the same way, unless they did something wrong. Athuvum konja naal than apuram engalukulla avlova illa annanukum avanga frndukum ullaye mudichikittanga, again oru 5 years gap enoda schoolmate peru naren aal paka nalla irupen, udambu semaya irukum, hostel la udamba pathiruken bt avan poola pathathu illa, thideernu oru naal enta nyt kanavula vanthuchu jattilam eeram agiduchu pisu pisunu enamo iru kuda bayama iruku, veetla next week than varuvanga ne phone panni enga veetla hostel ku vara solran sonnan(bcoz nan days scholor), dei athu un kanji.