Friday arrived and Julia was hyper, she was due to go back to college on the following Tuesday but all that was on hold, her attention was simply draw... to the prospect of her visit to the theatre, and I do not think it was the show that was exciting her, we had been having a conversation the previous afternoon about the show and what she should expect, I realised I was in some ways feeding my daughter to the lions but she had taken him twice so she knew what she was in for, she had been asking. “I need a will and one of those papers that says when it’s my time they won’t be putting all kind of tubes in me.”“I can do that for you but let me ask you a few questions first” and he took out a notepad.“Do you own a home?”“Not anymore, I sold it six years ago and moved in with my daughter Jules.”“What happened to the money you received for selling your home?”“I gave it all to my daughter. I did that because she read something that said I needed to be penniless if I was to get sick and needed. I found the request weird but anyhow I am going ahead with writing a fictional story. Hope it will help you all achieve the desired result.So this story dates 3 years back, when I was in Bangalore for my job. I originally belongs from Delhi, but wanted a break from my usual life of living with family hence I taken up the transfer with-in my company to Bangalore. I was working for one of the world’s best consulting firm and there were people of so many nationalities working together. There I met. "Okay... , Buddy," I finally said out of exasperation. "We're just going to call you Mr. Whiskers. That okay with you?"He looked up. Made an unintelligible sound... Hell... , I have no idea what he said; or whether he even agreed or not. At that point, we decided to let Mr. Whiskers stick around for maybe a couple of days until he could find other quarters."Just for a couple of days," I warned him.He made some weird sound. I'll bet he just called me a bad name, I thought."Damn!!" I thought, I'm.