‘And here I thought it was impossible to look good in a school picture,’ I called to Elena, who had turned the corner into the hallway. ‘You loo... nice in this one, Elena.’ ‘Elena?’ Thump. It came from the hallway, and I bum-rushed the stairs and turned the corner to find Elena in a crumple on the floor. I approached her, and she looked unconscious. I gathered her up in my arms, trying to wake her. ‘Elena, have you not been eating? It can cause you to pass out, you know,’ I lectured her, as she. There was, I admitted, a certain drab quality that had come into daily living. Not much excitement afoot. People were living in a Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet kind of world.Most folks, it seemed, thought that was just fine.But, quite a few missed the good old days. And unfortunately, I was becoming one of them.After a few months of relative inactivity, I admitted to myself that I had become perhaps the unhappiest man on earth.I hadn’t stopped, entirely, killing off. "Alice, be very careful with him, he's not acting normally, please behave yourself or it might get worse!" She quietly said to me.The next thing was getting a desk out for me to sit at. Pauline placed a notebook and a text book on the desk before me. I looked at the title, 'Kings and Queens of England.' England! What use was that?I looked at Paul and, forgetting Pauline's warning, asked "What's this rubbish?" — At least that's what I think I asked. Paul seemed to ignore me and glanced at. .Or unke boobs ek dum straight tight dikh rahe the..Bhabhi ke bache so gaye the….Meri aankh khuli to bhabhi boli ab to bhukar nahi h…..Chlo so jao…or bhabhi ne kamre ki light off krdi…or wo so gayi…jb wo light of krke bed pr lait rahi thi maine jaan bujh kr apna haath aise kiya ki wo usse tkra jaye….Mera haath unki nabhi ke paas wale hise se takraya…tabhi mera lund unhe salami dene laga or mere dimag m kuch kuch aane laga pr drr bhi lag raha tha. Phr socha ki agar aaj moka nikal diya to phr.