Ek dopeher ki baat hai jab anish ne mujhe call Kiya. ” bhabhiji kaisi ho? Aaj aapke liye khas tohfa la raha hu! Taiyar rahiyega aap.” Maine haskar...pucha uuse “accha! Aisa to kya la rahe ho?” woh bola” aap dang rahe jayengi! Aap bas intezar kariye” aur phone rakh diya. Mujhe to surprise ka badi besabri se intezar tha. Mujhe ye to malum tha ki aaj to jabardast chudai hogi meri lekin kaise woh to uske aane k baad hi Pata chalega isilye jyada sochna chodkar Mai taiyar hone lagi. Maine maroon color. I saw myself in my room with the traditional pam leaf written with mantras scattered all around the room the lamp lit at night was burned out and the tantric powder pic is destroyed.it all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is the last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes. Outside the morning sun was just starting to make it's presence known. I was glad that the tourist season was over. Since moving to a small central Arizona community, located just below the Mogollon Rim, My wife and I have had little time to enjoy the vast wilderness that surrounds us. What time we could steal away, we spent making mad dashes into the woods, where I could show her some of the places I had been called out to, to tow someone out. Because there was so much to see, these days were. She went back to see it one last time before she, too, left for her next assignment. Inside the curve of her back was a detailed drawing of a human eye, with the rest of the facial features represented only slightly by shadows and lines. A mystery. She took a mental photograph of the portrait and left the room.Out in the hall, her two friends were back. The gap-toothed one leaned against a handrail and leered at her. The other one sidled up to her and said, "you know, I didn't really get a.