Kirti: whats up?I: sorry whos this? (since I didn’t had her number saved.)Kirti: pata tha bhool jaogey.I: sorry (thinking who is this talking to me ...o frankly.)I: is that kirti? (some how I was able to recognize her voice.)Kirti: kya baat hai.. Pehchangaye (happiness of I having recognized her was clearly audible in her tone.)I: aur kaise yaad kiya aaj.Kirit: appko yaad rahe ya na rahe but mujhe yaad hai… apki party due hai…I: ooh seriously. Thats so nice of you.I: party sharty rehane do. A cup. No need to explain what I thought about the nature of reality. None of that mattered to her. What did matter to her then? I resigned my self to trying to take another look at her. Try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Try to figure out what she WAS interested it. What she DID think about. I took a sip of my drink and lit a cigarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself, with out making eye contact. ‘What do you think about?’ I asked finally. She looked shocked, stunned even. As if I had. He said, he will surely come later, and he too has a surprise. The next morning my wife got a call on her cell early. She just wore her sexy shorts and a slip and went out. After some twenty minute she came back and when I asked her what it was, she told me Manoj was horny so he called her in his room. I asked her how was the experience in his room, she said, it was dirty and smelly but she liked the thrill. She said the new neighbor lady with a small kid was returning from walk and might have. I threaded my way through other groups and she welcomed me with a hug and then a kiss. "Am I a surprise, darling? I would bet that you didn't expect to see me here?" You are a surprise Ashley. Don't tell me you are part of this production as well?" Yes, Richard. A little bit last minute I know. Guess who I am playing."I stood back a little and put my brain in gear. "Mrs. Anderson?" I ventured."You are so clever, darling. That's me." Mrs. Anderson was the only one of the British who would accept.