‘Something to fantasize about later,’ he mused. Yet none of these girls, or any other he could imagine at the moment, came as close to the perfect...girl as Emily. After he was dressed, Ted sat at his desk and worked on the lesson plans again, his gaze drifting often to the bottom-right of his computer screen, to where the digital representation of the correct time slowly crawled towards 10 o’clock. At 9:45 he grabbed up some of his work and tossed it in his satchel, and headed out. His wife had. There was a bookshelf with a collection of his favourite books, perhaps he loved to read. She saw a violin placed on a table and curiously walked towards it. She was running her tender fingers over it, she really loved music. ‘Wow! A violin! Do you play this, Sir?’ she asked curiously. ‘Yes’ he said smiling at her. Pankhudi was feeling very happy and excited that moment, he just wanted her to be that way for a while. Everything was so perfectly arranged in the room. It gave an impression that. She was post –graduate in English Honors and was very fond of reading. She had to resort to reading as her husband was very busy all the time as he was working with some MNC, who gave her money but no time to spare. As I too was fond of reading, our meeting extended to exchanging of Novels, Magazines etc, discussing about them in my house of at her house. These went on for several days. One Saturday afternoon at about 04.00 p.m. as if my normal pretext of returning a novel, I reached and rang. I want you so bad that it hurts. I couldn't stand it if I ever hurt you or made you feel trapped. Give me a little time to sort out my own feelings and you make sure that you know what you're getting into."She smiled, "I'll give you a little time, but not too much. I know what I want, I've known it for a while now. I know you still love Vera and I'm not asking you to forget her. I don't want to replace her in your heart either. There is room in that giant heart of yours to love again."She.