She put a pitcher of cold tea on the table. “The tea is raspberry leaves and violets.”We talked about what they had done to survive, how they had ...ound the farm, and how things were getting easier. I told them about my place, and how I lived close to the old reservoir and kept part of the beach clear. I was able to swim regularly with my dogs during the summer.While we were talking, I heard the two older girls come downstairs. When they walked into the kitchen, I was stunned. These weren’t the. Puja was a young girl of my age, with 5’ 5” as height, wheatish brown skin color, developed breast of 34 C, big eyes, smiley face and a beautiful jawline with dimples. I have not described myself as I never looked upon me as a girl; one who could be aspired or desired as a beautiful. I, as a Muslim girl was brought up without ever considering myself as girl, one who could be appreciated, liked or praised as beautiful, pretty or charming. I was not allowed to use any makeup. I was a commodity or. Ils organis?rent une tournantesur sa console, le perdant tournant. Il r?ussit ? rester en jeu pendant4 matchs de foot d'affil?, et plus tard dans l'apr?s-midi, 3 courses.Julia n'?tait pas tr?s dou?e, mais elle apprenait vite. Elle ne fitaucun commentaire sur ses autres amis, qu'elle connaissait d?j? tr?sbien via Hugo. Eux, par contre, ne la connaissait pas et lui pos?rentplein de questions, sur elle, sur eux deux.Vers la fin, C?line demanda ? Hugo de montrer ? Julia comment ilma?trisait la. She got the shock of her life as I could tell by looking at her face .K : WTF !! Tum kaya kar rahe ho ?(Actually she forgot her purse, and came back to take it)Me : Baby sorry !! Jo tum dekh rahi ho aisa kuch nehi hai , please believe me.K : kaya ?? To phir yeh kaya hai ?Me : I will try to explain all this to you.Us waqt mai bohot daar sa gaya, agar ise laga ki mai gay hoon, toh vo toh pakka mujhe chor ke chali jaygi. So I started crying.Me : Please believe me, please don’t leave me, I really.