Meri mom usko dekh key boli kitna bada hogaya hai aur mere nunu ko pakad kar hata li aur baki jagah cream lagayi tab wo nighty pehni thi toh ustime ma...ney unka dudh ko daba liya kapda sey hi phir wo boli aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn kya kar rahe ho mat karo esa phir bhi mai nahi ruka aur bhi jor jor sey dabaya phir meri mom meri nunu ku jor sey pakad key chusney start ki …….Phir mai unka kapda cheer diya aur mera nunu ko unka gaand mai ghusa diya toh tab mom boli aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn. The last nine days had marked the crescendo of a two-year period that had turned our marriage upside down. I’m one of those people who enjoys classical music but doesn’t know all the technical terms. But the last two years reminded me of one of those classical pieces which starts incredibly slowly and builds, bit by bit, through various levels of drama until a noisy and unbearable climax assails the audience that has been ratcheted tighter and tighter until surely something will give.Think 1812. I laughed innocently and sighed a huge relief as the next week I will not die of boredom.We became good friends as I got to know another type of human being and she had somebody to talk.Next two-three days that aunty became my best friend that even my best friend was no competition to her. Our conversions never seem to end hours passed like seconds. We even went to the german bakery the waiter thought that we were mother-son duo.She asked that whether I have ever seen naughty films I said no. She was carrying her doctors bag as she stepped into the elevator and made her way up to his room.There was a gentle knock at the door, he opened it to find a beautiful petite woman standing there.“did you call for a doctor?” she enquired, her eyes hinting that he was in for a thorough examination“Yes I did” he replied “please some in”She entered his suite and asked “So what appears to be the problem?”“I have been running a temperature”, he replied “but I do not feel unwell”“I had better.