EARLIER THAT NIGHT...It was a regular night out with some work mates: a couple of pubs and then onto a club. Someone (you can't remember who) suggeste... you all go to a club they'd heard about, Caine, so you piled into a taxi. The entrance to the club was hidden down a back alley, nestled between a pawn shop and a bookshop. You'd never heard of this place before, but then you'd only lived in London for two years, and it takes a LOT longer than that to feel like you know the sprawling city. There. Aunty sharma kar bhag gae.Mai jb niche unke room ge gaya or pucha ki kyon bhag gae to wo kuch nhi boli or btaya ki bacche subah 8 se2 tak school me rhte hai mai kafi khush hua or kal subah ka wait krne lga.bhut muskil se subah hua or mai subah nha kar or 1 glass dhud pi kar aunty k door par phuch kar unka door bell bjaya.ander se aawaj aae door khuli hai.jb mai ander gay ato aunty pink colour ki gown me thi bal khule the or chai bna rhi thi.Mai ander jate time gate lock kar diya or kitchen me. Not to smoke it, he doesn’t smoke, but just to wield it, a tool of his trade boosting his authority and confidence. ‘These are wonderful news,’ he said. ‘Tell me, do you feel depressed now?’ ‘Not in the least.’ ‘No, And even if this romance ends badly you will be less depressed than before. Unhappy and devastated maybe, but depression is not predominantly about sadness. Everything that’s part of life is the opposite of depression, including broken hearts. And I must admit I’m a romantic cream. So how much did it set ya back?" Errrmmm ... I dunno." Oh, did someone buy it for you?" Well, my mother did ... eventually." Whatcha mean, 'eventually'?"I found myself staring at the floor again. "Well, she had to when I gotcaught shoplifting it."Mary's voice went from cheerful to serious. "Have you stolen anythingbefore?"My throat felt too tight to speak, so I just nodded.Mary lifted my chin until I was looking her in the eye. "Why did yousteal the wig?" My friends dared me."She tilted her.