I tried consoling her but she is crying. I felt very bad for it and pleased to stop crying. And we planned to meet at the coffee shop tomorrow.Next da... evening, we reached the coffee shop. I hold her hands and told I am there for you. So please feel free to share anything. And I requested her to join in Gym where I am going. She readily agreed. And told her, I am leaving to Pune for 45 days training program to virus research institute. She became dull and her face became pale. I consoled her.. I am from a small town near Mangalore, currently working as a software engineer in Bangalore. Coming to story, this happened around 9 years back in 2009 when I was in my final year degree.In my holidays, I always used to visit my granny’s house. My granny’s had already expired. My youngest uncle (brother of my mom) with his wife (my aunty who is the heroine of this story) and their son were living there. Their son was 10 years old. My aunty may be of 30 years of age then. My uncle’s marriage. "Catch me Diva." I sing out and throw my arms open and start to fall backward. She huffs as she runs the few steps, but she makes the catch. My butt never hits the ground."Like that," I look at my charges. "You now have to trust that your partner will catch you. And you have to trust that your partner who is falling is not going to do something stupid." It looks easy," Nev says, wondering what the trick of the game is. "Too easy." It is, and it is not. I will leave it up to you to figure out. As I relaxed, I realized how much Amy had gone out of her way to make me comfortable. I used one of the warm towels to wash my hands and took hold of her hand. "Thank you for a fantastic dinner." You don't have to keep thanking me," she insisted. "Trying to help out and being supportive is what friendship is all about. Plus, I had a great time."Besides, I don't think the dinner is over yet. Here comes another of those belly dancers you've so enjoyed."Unlike the previous dancer, this one carried.