My mom was a determined woman. She wished not to go back to our native. During her pregnant period a friend of my mom took care of her. My mom bore me... She got a job which paid her Rs 500 and we stayed at a small house near Thiruvanmayur near my mom’s friend house. Her name was Sulochana. She took good care of me as mom would return from her office only by 7. Once a higher authority of mom misbehaved with her. My mom slapped him and she was fired. I still remember those days. I was 5 yrs that. I like Jerry but he is not what I need. I need someone who can go at least two days without a beer." I like Jerry, but he is a blue-collar redneck. You have stepped into a white-collar job with a very good future. Maybe you ought to hang out at the country club and meet someone with goals." The truth hurts, but it is the truth. Thanks John. You truly are a friend."I kissed her lightly and told her not to worry. I left her there and went downstairs. Tamara was waiting for me at the bottom of the. She would keep herself busy with the housework, reading all the news in Urdu over the Internet. She even declined the domestic that the army was ready to provide, she did not have much work and wanted to do it herself. At times she sewed. She liked the satisfaction of creating something nice and wearable for herself.Then the Indian came. Raj was a tall too, touching six feet, boisterous and with a loud contagious laugh. His eyes sparkled and misted when he laughed. His chiseled features were. ‘Time for a break’ she thought as she pulled at her eyes with her long slender fingertips to clear the haze she had become almost accustomed to. Setting the volume aside she rose from her chair and moved to the overstuffed arm chair to sit, not necessarily more comfortably, but at least in a different posture and place for the much needed time out. She pulled the laptop table around so it would be before her, it swung easily into place and she clicked the on switch and waited, a few seconds.