From the station (we bought a map) we wandered past Trinity College, found a shopping centre (St. Stephen's Green) and bought coffee for me and redbus... tea for Grace and buns to eat; we carried them to St. Stephen's Green. We sat at the first empty bench we came to and I sipped my coffee, but Grace put her snack down."Be right back," she said, standing and heading purposefully across the open space.I watched, bemused, as she headed straight for a young woman who sat slumped on another of the. Baat karne par pata chala wo shadi sudha lady hai jo Delhi me rehti hai.Usne Apna naam nisha (changed) bataya. Uski age lagbhag 30-32 saal ki hogi uske 2 chote bacche hai. Usne mera comments read kiya and wo muje as a friend moral support karna chahti thi. Thode dino me hum dono ek dusre k bahut close aa gye. Ek din hum baat kar re the tabhi uske pati ki baat nikli toh wo this sad ho gyi. Uske pati usko bahut pareshan karta h. Usne bataya uske husband ka chandni chowk me furniture ka showroom. I was under the shade but the sun still felt hot and I had stripped off the towel as I slept. I felt a hand on my chest and then some sun cream being spread there. The feeling was nice and the cream cooling. Then I felt other hands on my arms and yet another on my left and right legs. Grace whispered in my ear. “Lie still. You’re a little burnt and need this cream on you.” And she moved her hands down to my Abs and then in circles. The hands doing my left and right hands and arms both came up. A. had to lift himself up a little, where Calphon supported his head as they took turns in drinking from the glass from whence their blood had filled. While drinking, the Priest instructed them both to unite their slit arms so that their blood can be exchanged while the drinking was commenced. It was a sip by A. to a sip by Calphon. The symbolism there is to share the pleasures of drinking something almost like wine. But Priest had just that which required that finalisation. With the first.