Bhaiya kuch der shock mein in sab baaton ko sun ke khade the. Fir woh bhi jaate time. Gift packet ko dining table pe hi rakh ke gaye. Is umeed mein ki...mummy baad mein gift rakh lengi.Jab waps. Kl yaani friday ko. pani sprinkling ke liye aaye tab bhi mummy unse baat nahi kar rahi thi.Aur jab lunch pe aaye tab bhaiya ko ye dekh ke bura laga ke. Unka diya hua gift abhi bhi waise hi. Same condition mein. Dining table pe rakha hi hua hai. Mummy ne usse touch tak nahi kiya tha.Sourav bhaiya ko bada. Can I get you something?" "Big shot of whiskey and a cold beer!" Pete joked knowing Sara wouldn't go for that. He walked past Heather. She stared at Pete's shrunken member unable to break her gaze. He went to his room pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a clean shirt dressed. He went back to the dinning room. Sara was in the kitchen. Pete had brought out a new pack of smokes. He thought how lucky he'd only had two in the pack when the rain hit soaking him and all that was on him. He attempted. The sun was setting over the bay. We had hot dogs, popcorn, and cold lemonades. American. Ok, the lemonades were spiked with rum. But the rum was from a bottle I had smuggled into the stadium in my left cowboy boot, so the theme still fits. It was probably the most wholesome date I had been on all year.Toward the end of the game Mac brought up that she had a girlfriend. I'd been living in San Francisco for more than a year, so I tried to hide my disappointment and act like girls brought that up. I cursed my luck. My father was only forty-five when he died… Too young an age to die. He was a rich farmer and owned a big farm. After his death, there was no one to look after the farms, my widowed mother and my young sister, Mansi. I knew that IDidn’t have any choice but to return home and look after the things… And though I resented my decision, I left my adopted city and returned homeTherefore, for the last six months I had been doing what my father did for his whole life… Farming….