Much of our flying was caught on cellphone cameras and it was featured heavily in the news, causing somewhat of a frenzy. I gave a TV interview in whi...h I mentioned that the Guardian Angel had given me a message that it'd be more cooperative with flying my friends and me around. Following that interview's broadcast, we were inundated with requests for flights, but I'd covered that in my interview by stressing that the angel's note had said "your friends and you", so I just ignored such requests. But it doesn't matter, we are together, finally, and it seems as if it is going to be all right.I pick up your bags and lead you out to the car. We get in and then we kiss, our first. Sweet, tender, hesitant. We must move on. Must go. Must get my brain in gear.We leave the airport for the 30 minute drive to the villa, thank god for Google Earth. I have done this journey so many times it's like coming home, but with more hills. We finally talk, just little things about the flight. So long, no. It was almost a month before I saw her again. I had gone to Chennai for a family function and Raji was there. She avoided me at first. Then I went to her and apologized. Praised and flattered her saying that whatever happened she should take as a compliment since even now in this function many men are “sight adichufying her”. Finally she smiled. A week later she was back in Bangalore for some time. The fact that she came back made me happy and I told her that. Then she told me that she has. ” “And yourn heart is hard from years of usury,” she replied, “Mam said you was a hard hearted bastard.”“Not a bastard technically, and I resent the notion that I am hard hearted.” I replied, “You certainly do not know your place do you girl?”“I’m your daughter so as I should be living a life of ease not working like a bloody slave,” she complained.“Laying abed all day like some enfeebled noble woman?” I queried.“That’s right, I should not stir until after the noon bell rang across the meadows.