Anonto amar paye saban makhiye dichhilo. Takhan babaji bollen Anonto amra ekta khub bhalo pujo te bosbo tai tomar stri ke bhalo kare poriskar korte ha...e tumi tar pora panty aar bra ta khule bhalo kare snan korao. Takhan Anonto bollo babaji apni ghare thakate tar asuvidha hachhe. Babaji utter dilen amar katha kichhu mone koro na amar snan prayee sesh aar eighare amra 3 jan chhada aar keo nei to, tai tumi take puro lanto kare snan koriye dao. Ami lajja pachhilam tabuo amar pora bra aar panty ta. On that day mom took me to bajaj showroom and asked to select the bike I wanted. I was very happy as I was getting the bike. I took pulsar and mom paid the money and we went home. I thanked her by kissing her on the cheeks. The day has come for her to join her duties. I said you look beautiful in this salwar kameez and patients will come to see you to the hospital. She smiled and went to the hospital. I dropped her in the hospital and went home. Her duty timings are 10 am to 6 pm. While I was. Sonia’s expression seemed to soften a little. “Why did you say it?” She asked. I had known Sonia for about 8 months and we’d always got on well enough so I thought I would just be honest with her. I guessed I couldn’t make it any worse. “Honestly? Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re hot,” I said maintaining eye contact with her, hoping to fight her fire with some honest heat of my own but I wasn’t expecting to hear what she said. “Really? Do you think so?” I looked at her for a. I looked at him and registered with surprise and fear that his eyes were red-rimmed as if he, too, had been crying. Big, strong Jeffery, who was almost eleven, had been crying. “Brian cut the tree,” was all he said. The words didn’t make any sense at first. The tree was still there, I would’ve noticed if it were gone. But I looked at the tree, really looked and I saw the horror that had been put upon our playhouse. The two branches, the ones just in reach, that formed a “V” perfect for small.