I cross to the diner for a meal and then head over to the bar. Cigarettes and bourbon in hand, I sit down at the same table. I stare at my drink and t...ke a good healthy swallow before lighting up this time. The day progresses much as the day before and I’m still there when happy hour starts. Today I’m into my third drink and only halfway through the pack of cigarettes. I man in a business suit sits down at my table uninvited. I plan on ignoring him as I did all the others the day before. I. Coming to the story this all started when I was in class 12th I used to attend my coaching classes at alternate days one of my classmate, ankita used to come to class with her mother aarti she was a beautiful women I would say a gifted one wid assets that almost made every guy of my class crazy but no ever tried I was good in studies and used to be the favr8 of my teachers that made me and ankita good friends she was weak in physics due to which I used to stay after class many times to help her. After a miserable evening crying in the dark over a bowl of cold instant ramen after the electricity cut off, she finally swallowed the last of her pride and moved back in with her parents.It was hard to believe that was only two years ago. It seemed like another lifetime. And while she was grateful to have a place to stay while she got her shit together, she was also glad to finally be out of her parents’ house. It wasn’t just the fact that a thirty-six-year-old woman living with her parents. I had too muchto do."I can't wait to show you off to Mr Boylan Sir." Oona's Mr Boylan Siralways carried the slightest inflection of playful mockery."Ooo God I hope he won't laugh at me." I was so excited I was actuallyworried that I was going to wet myself, I mean I just seemed to be dampor moist down there! Just for fun we had played dress up or at least Ihad with Oona's thrilled connivance. Oona always kept spare clothes inour bathroom and now I was wearing them and they kind of fit, I.