Humne ek dusre ko smile di aur ek dusre se haal chal pucha aur sangeet ke baad hum log apne dharamsala jo ki rest house hota hai uski taraf nikal gye....Raasta kafi lamba tha toh humein bus mein hi safar karna parha humari puri family bus mein hi thi aur meri cousin bhi. Vohh ekdum piche baith gyi thi aur mujhe ishara karke piche baithne ko bulaya mein fatafat jakr uske pas baith gya aur samay aise bhi thand thi na chaddar the na kuch thode der tak hum aise hi baithe the phir jab humne dekha ki. ”“Then I would always be able to see someone for what they truly were?” I asked.“Be careful what ye wish for,” she said quietly. Then she held up a small bottle and said. “But if that is what ye truly want, drink this and thine eyes shall be opened.”I pulled the stopper out of the bottle and wiggled it toward my nose. It smelled awful... more than awful. It was the kind of smell that your nose refuses to recognize. Instead, all smell and taste shuts down and your entire body screams at you,. .Wo apne bacche k sath akeli nagpur me rehti hain n etc….Bato bato me safar pata hi nhi chal raha tha….Phir ek stop aaya jaha bus almost khali ho gayi…Sirf samne ki taraf 2-4 seats par passengers the…Maine socha shayad ab wo aunty kisi aur seat par baitha jayegi bt wo mere bazu hi baithi rahi..Thodi der bad wo baccha so gaya to aunty ne kaha k us ko ise seat par straight sula do aur hum log side wali seat par baith gaye aur bate karne lage…Thodi der bat aunty ki bhi aankh lag gayi…Mai bhi sone. I've told somebody where I'm going to be, I have a phone with me. The man seems harmless enough.I get to the motel after dark. He had called and told me the room number while I was on the way. I look around for a moment in the parking lot. One of those spread out one-story places that flourished alongside the highway in the 1950's. No tourists now, they're all using the interstates and staying in the homogenized safe chain motels that make every interstate exit in the nation look the same..