All the boys more than ten years of age were taught how to use a bow and spear to hunt with, and a club and knife for close quarter combat. At the ag... of twelve, the boy would go out for their first hunt.The shaman was teaching the boy that came with them, and one of his son’s about tribe customs and laws. They were to carry on when he died. I had taught all the boys ten and older the basic survival rites. How to make a fire, how to trap animals for food. How to hunt. How to build. After sometime he came next to me but before he could speak, my bus came and I got in. But he too followed me and he got in the same bus and sat next to me. I didn’t look at him but something told me that he was staring at my blouse. I got down and he followed me till my house and disappeared. The next day I had no courage of going out after what happened. When it was about 10, I heard bell ring. Thinking it to be my friend Radha, I opened and to my horror, he was standing there, the same guy.. I have been getting quiet a number of mails and response about my stories in ISS. Some of them, I have met and had a great time(s). This is an incident which was very exciting and adventurous. Four weeks back, I got a mail from one of the readers, Maria(Name is changed) and we started chatting through hangouts. She is very fast and asked me in the first chat session when I would like to go in action with her, to which I replied that we will have it next week.Let me describe long time friend. A lot of paperwork, a lot of phone calls, a lot of verifying facts.” “God, sounds like when I did my research paper in high school. I’d be bored stiff.” “I don’t know, I like it. You know me.” I shrugged again. “I like to get into things, figure out what’s going on, dig into the background.” “Not me. That’s all past stuff. That’s boring.” I studied her. “Is that why you never talk about yours?” Lia and I had gotten involved about a year ago and stayed that way for a few months. It had been hot.