Dad really liked the seamed ones.Now if this next part were a in a story, you'd pan the writer for coming up with anything so clichéd. But so h...lp me, it happened, just as we were heading out of the mall. I was wearing one of my cute new outfits and I had slipped my arm in Dad's again, giggling at the stares we were getting. Dad may not have understood what people were thinking, but as a red-blooded male he enjoyed having a woman at his side.Suddenly behind us, we heard screams. Dad tore. . interesting question. I think it’s the entire public fishbowl aspect to my life now. Everything I do now, no matter how mundane, has some sort of political aspect to it, and everybody has an opinion on it, and whatever I am doing is always wrong. It’s very strange at times”Bob: “How so? Give me an example.”Me: “Well, take Stormy, for instance. Earlier we were playing with the dog and gave her a bone and whatnot. You filmed it, and while I’m not a reporter, I know a human-interest piece when I. Main Kashmiri gate se raat ke lagbhag 9 baje metro mein baitha tha to bagal me ek auntyMamta name changed) baith gai unki umar lagbhag 38 ki hogi.Kuch der tak to main chup chap baitha raha par unhone khud hi baat karni shuru kar di aur puuchne lagi ki main kya karta hoon etc maine unhe bataya ki main ek pvt co. me job karta hoon aur Delhi me akela rehta hoon. Baaton baaton me hum dono ne ek dusre k no. le lia Phir unka station aa gaya aur woh utar gai Saturday ko meri chhuti hoti hai main der. One shot is fired, Bonnie stands there in shock and horror as her beloved William crumples to the ground. He lays there breathing shallowly, his last words on that unfortunate night are ‘I love you, Bonnie’. Bonnie starts to cry her eyes out as she says in return ‘I love you too William’, but it was too late for he had died before she was able to say the words. She kneels in the mix of mud and blood, holding her love’s head in her lap, begging for him to speak again as the tears flow down her.