Kaa intjaar karne laga…Saturday ko 2 baje mein vastrapur lake pe pahuch gaya aur phone kiya woh muh par dupatta bandhe meri car ki taraf badhi, mein...samaj gaya aur meine apne car kaa door lock open kiya aur woh car start kar li..Aur woh capri aur t-shirt mein aayi aur car mein baith gayi aur jor jor se sans lene lagi and chup chap baithi rahi, mein car ko sg high par drive karne laga towardsgandhinagar…10-15 min baad woh boli kuch bologe nahi, meine kaha mein tau aapkaa intjaar kar raha. I stood when he motioned for me to rise, and was grateful for the time I spent on the trip learning the Berber language.“You are the merchant with the worthless bags of salt,” he stated flatly, still barely controlling his mirth.“I am, and I found people in Oualata to take it,” I answered.He studied me critically for several seconds. “You seem quite comfortable in my presence,” he commented questioningly.“The brother of my primary wife is Emperor Clovis of the Frankish Empire. I am a close. At 130, I shifted to 5th and she was only a couple car lengths behind me over on the lane next to me. There was traffic ahead and I did not want to play slice and dice at that speed, so I took my foot off the gas and allowed her to pass. At around 143, I knew my top end was a solid 12 mph less than hers and did not want to be embarrassed by something not in my control, top end speed versus driving ability. Besides, it was about that time that my Valentine One radar detector lit up and went off. I still remember exactly as it happened, I was late for work in morning so I was in hurry and was about to lock my apartment, when a woman dressed in sari (torn at corners with old look.I guessed she was maid by her looks not more than 35….). I looked at her as she asked me if I need someone to do house work like cleaning the house, washing my clothes and even cooking if I am ok with that. I told her about by urgency at that time and asked her if she could visit me again in evening at around 7.