Uski mother bhi bich bich me bat kerti, majak udati.Now i will come to the point without wasting time thodi der bad uski mother ko nind lag gayi aur u...ne Neha ke god me seer rakha aur so gayi. Uske bad to Neha bahot free ho gayi, wo majak kerti kabhi ka bar pair se chedti aur safer chal raha tha. Bato bato me usne bola aap ki koi girlfriend hai kya, maine kaha nai to wo husne lagi aur usne topic badal diya. Jub ek station pe main kachori lene utra to wo bhi aayi aur usne jis aankho se muse. The memories of the crash seemed to play over and over. She remembered the orange haze turning to green fields below as they descended; as she desperately searched for an open space to land. The impact had been enormous; it must have been hours before she awoke to drag herself from the flight deck carnage.She'd found the young lieutenant McGuire outside the smouldering hull. The brave girl had tried to pull one of the crew clear before collapsing herself. It had been a waste of her energies. Have you heard from her?”“Not since I was there. Melissa is keeping me posted. Michelle is just going through the motions right now, but she’s eating and sleeping.”“Because the baby is everything to her right now. God help her and us if something happens.”“Please don’t tempt Fate, Kara. She’s always looking for an angle.”“Steve, do you want a long-term third?”I nodded, “Yes.”“And you agree that there is nothing wrong with the value proposition?”“In a theoretical sense, no.”“Then go upstairs,. People need to be among their own kind. Women feel strange in male-dominated workplaces and men feel strange in female-dominated environments. The need to be among one’s own kind is strong. It’s primal. And it’s not going away. Now, do you understand? Why do you think we have places like Little Italy, Chinatown, and the Gay Village? Simply because people feel a powerful connection to their own kind and an instinctive distrust of those who are different from them. And that instinctive distrust.