While they were gone, I got a text message, asking me about some of my favorite things. Three weeks later, when they returned home, KB brought home a ...imple brown box with my name on it and, in bold black letters “Happy Birthday.” She had gone to a few different yard sales while out of town, and found just the right things to bring home with her. Inside of the box was another box with a lighthouse lamp inside, and some small sticks to use as kindling. I had only told her that my favorite things. Qki mene 1st story me bhi bataya tha kiJab tak samne wali na bole ki plz discharge urself tab tak me discharge nai hota until she satisfies. Wo ayi aur boli get inside the car.I entered insideShe- hi, Namrata hereMe- hi, premShe- Why were you staring at me.?Me- As per my observation 80% of guys were staring at you inside(She was impressed)She- What do you do.?Me- I work in IT company and part time i Have some clients who use to get satisfied and i provide service. She was shocked.She- Tabhi. Baat us time ki hai jab main 2nd year engg mein tha aj se char saal pehle main jaha meri tuitions ke liye jata tha waha pass 12th ke students ke bhi tuitions hote the woh ladki waha aati thi us waqt wo 18 ki thi uska naam Ishika tha maal thi dosto fig 32-28-32 tha bas mujhe bha gayi main bas uske piche jane laga woh bhi mujhe dekh kar andekha karne lagi 10 din baad maine usse propose kiya ek greeting dekar maine uspe apna cell number likha tha agle din uska phone aaya ki woh bhi mujhe pasand. For the locals, it was very much a case of never asking Sarah any question that you really didn’t want to hear the answer for. I liked Sarah a lot, and knew that her gift was erratic and not entirely dependable, but even I had the sense never to ask her anything beyond what the next day’s weather was likely to be. Sarah very much had her principles and never volunteered anything that was not directly and specifically solicited from her. Her oldest daughter Lorelai didn’t have her gift at all.