Eak din toh riya kakimar meye dhekei pelechilo r ektu hole amader ke…purba takhon o school theke phereni r ami riya kakimar barite achi… moner ano...de riya kakimar sorir niya khela korchi….riya kakimader dining table er upor riya kakima ke suiye tar gude bara dichi…kakima bolche je plz purba ese porbe…kintu ami sunchi naa….ami toh thapiyai jachi….jakon amar mal ber holo… r sobe riyar gud theke bara ta ber korechi takhon-e bel beje uthlo….riya kakima toh tolte tolte giye dorja khuloo….purba orr. Through almost four years of college, she couldn’t really say she’d been on a real date or had anything remotely resembling a relationship. It was just as well, she didn’t need distractions. She was only a few weeks away from graduating with a perfect Summa academic record. Her professors adored her and with most of the grade work for the current semester already submitted there was little doubt that she would graduate at the top of her class. And then on to grad school and quite probably more. It has to save you from everything you’ve ever been afraid of and everything that could ever hurt you. I’m scared to death of something that powerful taking over my life, but I want it more than I can express. I want the poetry of it, more than anything else. It’s romantic and soul-devouring stuff. Or at least, it must be…it has to be. It’s all I believe in anymore. Aside from the life-changing and heart-crushing power of it, though, I want the small things that go along with giving your. I wonder who all that was for, she did sit directly opposite me and were all those buttons open before we sat down and as I remember I did think she was smiling at me when of course I looked up. I lie back on the settee listen to the gentle sounds of Norah Jones and my hand starts to move over my belly wallowing in the feeling of the lacy top on my skin then up to my breast avoiding the swelling nipple, then circling around and gently brushing the top of bullet like peak sending.