Ek din me jab ghar aaya to dekha ki ghar ki safai nahi hui thi aur 8 baj gaye the fir bi kamala bai nahi aayi,maine bahot wait kiya lekin wo nahi aayi...maine wo waiae hi rakha aur roj ki tarah drinks karkr khan khake so gaya. Subhah bi jab kamala nahi ayi to me uske ghar chla gaya to waha uska chhota ladaka tha usne kahki maa bahot bimar hai to wo kam pe nahi aayegi,lekin maine kaha ki kam kaun karega to wo bola mwri behan aa jayegi. To me wahase chala gaya sham ko jab me ghar aya to ek 17-18. “To fun, with drinks and dancing,” she toasts, and quickly downs the strong, acidic drink. Alice echoes her words and action, as her phone vibrates between them, flashing up a message. It's from James. "10 is good for me. See you then. love you x" A surprising warmth flows through her at the last two words. She looks up, smiling, to see that Eliza has seen the message too. Her face doesn’t share the same face-splitting smile. “Boyfriend?” she asks quietly. “Sort of… Not tonight,” Alice. Me: Haan.. bass ho gaya.!Anuja: Kabhi humko bhi darshan de do apne lund ka. Sune hain Mota hai.!Again same feeling… Is this girl out of her mind? Now I had to play safe, because I did not knew if she was Manali or Anuja. because it was over the phone.Me: Pagal ho.? Tum Manali ki dost ho. And I love her. Hum yeh sab nahi karenge.Anuja (last message): dekhte hain.!From next day, everything was normal. Me and Manali were quite close and we use to go to tuition. And use to have sex if we get. While I'd normally ignore it, I felt the need to leave a door open so that character could walk out, or I could walk into his world. I had one more chance to ignore him, but I'd already begun my right brain experiment. "Left brain, shutdown, right brain OBSERVE." That's when I got my first story image. Rather than define the narrator in The ReDating Game, I tried echoing his elusive feelings. I got anger, confusion, despair, futility and loneliness. Left brain kicked in ... Is this just a.