. And after writing that story I received too many mails and some requested to write in english on next time.. So here I am going to explain the next ...art of that story.And those who didn’t read my first story and for those who don’t understand kannada I will explain here my first story here in short then I will continue my second part.. Go ahead..1st part –Hey guys I am mitra I am from karnataka and I am studying degree and the story was happened last 3months ago.. I am staying in a. " I hope so," I said, not at all convinced."Let's go take a look at the makeup counter," mom suggested, watching mefor my reaction and probing me like she had been at breakfast. "I needto pick up a few things."I just sighed and went with her, knowing from the way I'd reacted to theclothes and jewelry that I could probably expect to find myselfinterested in makeup from now on too. I was a little surprised to findmyself still bored by the sight of all the various tubes and containers,though that. . 2 Indian and 1 negro had broken into my house. They were trying to rob my house *(lol. Tho there was nothing valuable kept as i dont even have money due to month end crises)*. They must have entered through the balcony grill. Sound asleep i dint sense any sound. One robber who entered my room saw my sleeping and the others entered quietly. I was sleeping facing the sides. My saree wasn’t pinned and was held loose. The robber must have had a good view of cleavage of my fair skin in that black. We acknowledged each other and almost collided as he went one way and I went the other. We apologised in unison then we both smiled and proceeded to side step each other. Just then I heard him call out, "Excuse me," and when I turned around he pointed to my car and said, "You’ve left your lights on." I gave that look of embarrassment and ambled back to my beloved metallic purple MX5 sports car to turn off the lights and as I thanked him he made mention of my cherished number plate F11KME (FUK.