It was a Thursday noon. Shruti was finding the right time to break the news to her mom, but her sister was around. So she was taking her time to talk ...o her mom alone. After some time, her sister went to her tuition. She was much relieved. She went to her mom.Shruti: Mom, I need to talk to you about something.Sneha: I know, since morning you’re desperate to say something, but waiting for right time. Now tell me, what it is? Do you need some money?Shruti: No mom. It’s not about money. I need to. We will continue to support our Israeli allies but I will not waste our resources or my energy in a lost cause. There is no logical reason for the unrest there. Food is plentiful, the desert is changing to farmland, livestock is thriving, and business is booming. You can not cure fanaticism, folks. It simply can not be done. Perhaps they'll come to their senses eventually. I doubt it, but won't rule it out. After all 'Nothing is impossible, just improbable."Our short honeymoon with the. The fear of darkness creeps in your heart and the panic attracts you slowly as you turn you head to see a shadow standing from behind. Your pace increases so does the shadow. As you turn around for one last look the shadow no longer is there. You carry on walking feeling the warmth of the light hitting you face and I stand from behind. I grab your arm and push you back to the wall. You look surprised and feel huge panic to what will happen then... as my face shines under the light the rain. ”She does not respond for a moment. Just stares at the dong, thinking of the horrible walk home: not meeting people’s eyes, experiencing something darker than shame but also savoring the ecstatic feelings of the hour before. Her skin’s a canvas of stinging marks. Like all good art, it challenges her to re-think what she knows.“Nikki, you’ll like it. I promise.”She sets the phone up on the table, loses her underwear and looks into the screen. They’ve blocked their camera, so all she sees is.