. And the friend of her who wanted to get the massage was Dipika.Dipika is the heroine of the story.So I exchanged Dipika’s mobile number and talked...with her for a while and became friendly. The conversation was as below.Dipika:- hiRaj :- hello mamDipika:- don’t call me mam. I am dipika so call me by my name.Raj:- oh ok ok.. Sooo… Hi Dipika. How are you?Dipika:- I am good but after dancing in Navratri my back and thighs are paining a lot. So I had asked rohini to suggest me some remedy. So she. Not with all your sore face. Henry'll understand completely. What'll you tell people about your face when they ask?" The same as today; that I tripped and bashed my face on a gravel path." Hmm. Well up to you, dear. We'll keep in touch. I'll want to hear how things go. And look after yourself." Thanks. I will. Goodbye, Penelope." Goodbye, dear."Isobel turned to Gerry with a timid smile. "All right?" she asked anxiously."Very all right. Well done you." Isobel beamed. "How did you know why I. And they make it wor““That doesn’t mean it’s easy,” I said.“What’s worth having is worth working hard to get,” she said, with uncharacteristic wisdom.“I agree,” I said. “But where does that leave us with the other two?”“You have to help them,” she said.“You actually want me to do that with them?”“They’re like the sisters I never had. I love them. They deserve to feel what I felt.”“That’s crazy,” I said. “Women just don’t think that way.”“I do,” she said. “There are things you don’t know about. She yelped as the girl twisted and wrenched. She was putting all of her weight behind her grasp, and the pain moving through Harriot’s scalp was unbearable. Harriot was convinced she would rip the strands out before she would let go. Her scalp burned hotter and hotter by the second. Then she suddenly fell backwards where her hair was released, the other girl was sent tumbling to the floor. ‘Now that’s enough!’ Ivar bellowed. He was furious, so furious that Harriot’s skin crawled at the.