“They’re nice,” I replied.Diane rubbed her leg against mine and smiled as the waitress set another beer on the table. I pulled out a twenty and ...anded it to the waitress. As she fished for change, I told her to keep the change.“Are you sure?” she asked.I assured her I was.“That was nice,” Diane remarked. “Good tippers get noticed.”I slipped two twenty dollar bills across the table towards Diane.“I can’t take that from you,” Diane remarked.“You don’t dance for free,” I replied.She took the two. Ek divashi ratri mi jhopetun uthalo aani pani pinyasathi bedroomchya baher aalo tar mala vahinyachya kholitun Kahi awaaj yet hota tar kaan maghya mate vahini jor jorat ordat hoti mala kahich samajale nahi mi vahinila huluch vicharale “kay ghale vahani” vahani titkat khup ghabarali ani mala mhanali “kahi nahi tu joun jhop” mag to awaj yaycha kami jhala.majhya manat veglhech vichar yevu lagale.Sakali uthlyavar vahani majhyakade vegyalyach najarene pahat hoti .ti majhyashi khich bolot navati mala. ‘I have, but he died-‘ ‘-I’ve been reborn my good kinsman,’ the boy said with a glint in his eye. I took a good look at him, he was young probably about eight or nine, but there was a weariness in his eyes. As if he had seen the worst that human nature had to offer. ‘No way, no fucking way that you’re him, I’ve met his highness myself-‘ ‘-yes I know, you were so uptight then always insisting that I do something properly. Be it eating, sitting, cleansing, whatever’ he said while inspecting his. His thoughts also turned to the last time he’d killed men, when Sara and Sylvia had been in danger. Anger bubbled hotly in his gut as he remembered the men who had intended to violate a defenseless Sylvia.Lost in the moment, Aran was unaware that his blade had begun to hum softly as it sliced the air, a pulsing rhythm that danced in time with his simmering fury. He worked his body harder, doubling his speed, somewhat amazed in the back of his mind how precise he remained, even at this pace. The.