Chandni is from Delhi and though we were far away, there was some attraction towards each other. I presume that was because of our similar tastes and ...ature. There was a strong bond between us and also a lot of respect for each other even though we interacted or spoke seldom.I answered the phone:Amit: Hi, how come you remembered me today?Chandni: Hi, How are you?Amit: I am fine, but how come you called out of the blue?Chandni: I am coming to Mumbai tomorrow.Amit (excited): Really? That’s great!. In fact, no bloody fun. Okay, tons of people are visiting the site I frequent. More new members and a lot of people I don't see too often are popping up — it’s my salvation. But, one of the many rules my husband and I have is: Do not shit in your backyard. Simply, that means don’t step out close to home as it can come back and haunt you with drama. I’ve risked breaking this rule a few times — as you can read in some of these journal entries — but mostly it’s been with people visiting my small. .." Oh, uh, Jeremy...Jeremy Stillman."I put out my hand which he hesitantly takes obviously not sure aboutshaking my hand, "It's nice to meet you, Jeremy Stillman; so Sean heresays you're interested in learning the martial arts and self defense."We sit down in two chairs around a low table near one of the frontwindows."Oh, yeah! I wanna learn it all, karate, taekwondo, everything! I wannabe a black belt!"I admire his enthusiasm, "That's an awful lot to learn, and takes a lotof work and time. . I was enjoying one of the true luxuries of living in close proximity to my place of employment: the ability to commute by bicycle. More often than not, that's what I do these days. I throw all of my things in a backpack, and off I go. It's a trip of about one kilometer, and it takes more than a little bad weather to break me out of that routine.It wasn't long before my route took me out of the bucolic park and into a narrow urban side street, accompanied by a number of other pedestrians, plus a.