Mere maathe pe bindi, nose me nose ring kano me ear ring gale me mangal sutra hatho me kangan, pero me payal hi tha ek bhi kapda badan pe nahi tha unc...e mere upar let ke lip ko jor jor se chus rahe the k achanak bole kPlease aaj mujhe tumhare gand maarne do mujhe bhi wohut man tha lekin me thoda satane ke liye natak karne laga jese mujhe mann hi na ho ander se to mera gand marwana k pura maan tha natak karne k liye me uncle ko upar se hatake mu neeche karke let gaya uncle mere pith pe kiss. I just lost it.’ ‘That’s okay. I wanted you to do it.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I have a plan,’ she replied. ‘Can we do it again? I really loved it, especially the part where you came in me. It feels so warm and kind of squishy.’ ‘Plan? What plan?’ ‘Well, it involves you and me and our future.’ ‘You and me? Our future?’ ‘You know, for a PhD student, you’re kind of slow. Think about what we’re doing. Think about how much both of us are enjoying it. What, professor, would you guess the plan is?’ ‘It sounds like. They all moved around like kabuki players with a sense of moving to a final destination. The Chinese workers squatted in the dust and ate their food with strange utensils and brought back memories of soldiers and civilians alike pausing to catch a bite to eat in the midst of chaos. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of. “Let’s start a Google account and use that drive,” suggested naked Christina, “then if we take any more we can just add it; like, in the shower or whatever.”A shower scene?? “Okay,” I nodded.So that’s what we did. I put them on the network and Angie uploaded it. I downloaded it, opened both files into the editing program and showed them about clips, timeline, transitions and the rest of it.“You take clips,” I explained, “that can be sections from one long file from one camera, or from different.