He was my brother. That was all.“Come, enough dallying brother,” he finally said, “we must swing out and watch the plains, or else Kamaru warrio...s will steal all our women while those old goats drink themselves to Hanji’s Palace. Say, do you have a good bow and a sturdy tulwar?”“I have a bow of my own hand, of Nishia wood. And the weapon I wear father took off the dead body of Kankher the Jani. It has an eager edge.”He nodded assent, “then lets us ride, brother.”TWOIn my sixteenth summer, ten. I changed into my shorts and then there was this banging sound on my door. It was my neighbour, she stopped by to thank me and invited me for dinner, as I was staying alone and I had to cook by myself.I hesitated at first and finally accepted her offer for dinner. I went to her flat,it was very well furnished and neatly maintained. We started our dinner and were talking to each other. After our dinner we started watching an english movie in the TV. She asked me if I am in a relationship for. When I asked her what I should order she said to ask for a lomo with papas provencal.“What the heck is a lomo?”“Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong.”“Not so far,” I answered.“Oh! Also, order a bottle of Argentinian Cabernet or a Malbec. Let the sommelier choose which he thinks most appropriate.”My curiosity as to what we were going to be eating was answered when the waiter served our meal. Apparently, a lomo was a whole filet mignon strip, and papas provencal were French fries sprinkled. The site and odor of the musky fluid send ripples into my veins. I had not seen such a visual splendor in my life. She emptied her bladder, got up and disappeared into the lush plantations. Days passed by, but i never got an opportunity to get a glimpse of my new found love. But one day the sun shined again. It was early morning there was no one around. All houses were far away from our home. I saw mom going towards our plantations. This time I followed her with out slippers, so that the dry.