I am expecting you to try out for LES MISÉRABLES. I need a pretty little blonde girl just like you to sing that song in front of everyone who can hea... you.”“Thank you, Michael. That is a wonderful song. I must go on to my next class. Goodbye,” my future Little Cosette said to me. She was running.Clara walked in and said, “She is fabulous, Michael. A perfect Little Cosette. You do know who her brother is?”“Yes, I do. I am hopeful we can record the show and maybe get a copy for Bill to watch his. I drifted from one brief placement to another, and lived in a rat's nest. I only cleaned and tidied myself up every alternate weekend when I went and visited my kids.I underestimated Jo. Right after our divorce, and possibly during the process, I'd been suspecting that she was involved with another man. I was wrong. She might be otherwise involved, but she lived by herself, making a decent living, and raising our kids well. She even encouraged me to quit drinking and work harder for my own. I saw she was wiping off something whitish from her dress by looking at a mirror on the side. I gave a naughty smile. I knew she was embarrassed, got to know I knew what she had done in the 15 minutes. I left her cabin after an awkward conversation. We both were staring at each other.I started my work over there. It went fine in the beginning days as Lekha would check up on me whenever she had time. It took us a while to move past the awkwardness happened that day. Till the time I opened told. Your head is a perfect contradiction. On one hand: determined, driven, certain. You know who you are. You know your mind. Your outward desires and reality are as clear as day.And so you resent and revile your own baser instincts- your tearing, teeth-on-edge irritation at yourself that your own wants and desires pull you off the predictable, relentless beat, towards your off-beat, fallible pulse instead.Because, your pulse is racing and slowing: not based on your own free-will, but upon.