You been overdoing it on the coffee again?”Lori relaxed a little because Harriet thought she was behaving weird because of the coffee. She forced he...self to smile. “Yeah, I’ve had several today. What can I say? This place makes great coffee.”Harriet rolled her eyes. "They make some fucking expensive coffee that I personally think tastes like ass. If you want good coffee you should come over to my house and try mine. Just not my parent’s coffee. They buy crap. When I buy coffee I buy the gourmet. Terrorist to some, prophet to more, his expertly crafted ideology (& who renounces the outside world in their art? Didn’t they know the personal was always political!?) roared fore at the very moment the entire effort threatened to trip the divide & spill into the grind house gutter like so many a provocateur before. It was the finest of razor sharp divides between art & obscenity, transcendence & the bottom line & Now was the time for the Alchemist to unveil his expertly composed balancing. I did not know what she meant; when she said that.The night I went to my room and fantasised kissing the sweat on my bhabi’s boobs, removing the bra, suddenly I ejaculated. The next day bhabi had prepared breakfast for me, I had to leave college. I took the lunch she tied and bid bye to both and went. I then suddenly realized that it was a strike, bandh for some local fight. So I again went back to brother’s place at noon. She knew it was bandh, she started laughing for being such a fool. I. Dance--Crete--Life, they are all one, all the same in the hills and vales of my Home.Every few years, as I have for the past two or three hundred years when the harvest is in, I return to my homeland in secret. It is the same every time. I assume the guise of an old woman and travel deep into the countryside. I look for a small village tucked away in the hills. It must be a small village filled with the people of this land. Once I find a place that feels right I wait for one particular day, for.