.Sakala hebaku asilani…… ta pare mu sots pindhi soi padili….. Sakalu uthila pare kemiti gote alaga feelings asuthae…. Jemiti mate sabu khusi m...li jaichi. Mu muha dhoiki feruthae dekhili mausi gadheiki oda dress re ghara ku asuthae…. Aha dudha ta vundi pura jana paduthila…. Amiti laguthila seithi aka dudha ku kamudi khai janti…. Mausi gote room ku pasigala…. Mu bi ta pacjhe pachhe.. Mate dekhi mausi hasidela, kahila kuade? Mu kahili mausi kemiti alaga laguchi…. Mausi mate kahila mo rana paka. ‘I’ll honor my lease. I just wish we could find some­thing a little closer to halfway between where each of us works.’ ‘Where does your wife work, John?’ John told him. ‘Call me tonight, I’ll be here till after seven. I want to check on some things first. Your wife’s name is Angela Morris, right?’ ‘Angela Potter. She uses her maiden name.’ ‘Okay,’ Mr. Brown said, writing the name down on his notepad. John thanked him and left the office. * * * That evening before dinner, John told Angie what he. While getting out of the restaurant, dad told me we were all were walking home. It was a beautiful night and all were drunk and excited. Everyone wanted to enjoy night as much as possible. Sarmista was happy to walk home and i was happy she was around. On our way back we picked up our conversation and lost our speed. Every one were walking ahead of us. I was walking with sarmista. Occasionally, i would touch each her hands and boobs using hand gesture to elaborate things or i would trip on to. She wondered how far into the mud these supports had been driven, and how far the roots of the trees dug down. Much like the plants that grew around the roots of the mangroves, perhaps they were also helping to make the earth here harder and better able to support the village above. Everything here was interdependent it seemed, even their artificial structures were like ecosystems in their own right, carefully tended to by the Krell.“Who built all of this Sleethe?”“Builders,” he replied, his.