I brought my hands together in a ‘Namaste’ pose and bowed before her. She held my hands in her hand and before I could say a word, she wh...spered in tamil, the only language she know other than Telugu, “don’t call me ‘amma’!€ “i had a vision that you would come for me!€ She pointed to a place near her where I should sit.By and by she dismissed all the visitors. She got up and indicated that I should follow her. Her support staff looked at me in awe and ushered me to her. Hum mai waha dur dur tak pahadi or jungle nazar aata tha.Hum teeno rasteMai ja rahe the tab mera haath bhabi gand to touch kar aur bhabi mujhe kuch nahin boliAur maine mami gand ko touch kiya to wo bhi kuch nahin boli aur kahi ki sabar karo Raja itne utable kyon ho rahe ho.To mere kuch samajh me nahi aaya aur kuch dur jane ke Baad hum teen ne wahan ek jagah par ruk gaye jahan ki suraj kirano ko pad ne dhakel Rakha tha aur maine us waqt mere horkoto par aa gaya.Pehle maine mami ki doodh kiGola. Still, I didn't notice a lot of other white people in the congregation. But by now, that was just another thing to attract people's attention.We'd grown into quite a group. There were the four of us from my family, plus Shani, Natalie and then Patricia and Henry. That meant we were now a party of eight, which required almost a full row to ourselves. My parents entered first, followed by Natalie and Cate. Shani went next, pulling me along putting Patricia beside me and leaving Henry on the far. I believe that she looked even better than she did at the reception. She was now clad in a black mini skirt, knee high boots and a sliver and black low cut blouse that hugged every magnificent inch of her frame. She gave me a shy smile before she fixed herself a drink and took a seat near mine. It was an effort not to stare at her and a bigger effort not to get hard as my mind replayed the earlier events of the evening. The stories, jokes and drinking went on for hours."I hope you are not going.