"Mummy," I tried again, the soft fragile voicequite at home coming from the girl in the mirror, "what are you doing?" Astupid question of course, for ... knew exactly what she was doing. Whileall this was happening the sun had come out, sending a shock of lightthrough the crack in the curtains around the bay windows of her room, andAmelia had started to barge about too, emerging from the crack in thebedroom door that used to be mine."I can't have my hair like this," I continued in a soft voice,. Fortunately, the war never found his homeland and now, safely in Canada, he had a sense of relief and acceptance for the new life he had chosen for himself and his daughter.He found a boarding house not far from the city center, and knew that it would be temporary as soon as he looked at it. It was aging, and not too gracefully. Not well kept up in his opinion, and lacked privacy. The elderly couple who owned it could neither afford to make repairs, nor do the work themselves. It would have to. "Oddly enough, though." I paused." I do remember it as if it was a story said to me as I slept.There was a storm raging at night, and the power was out. The three of us sat close to dancing flames. Our hot cocoa warming our hands and us from within. Then as the moon started to lay itself to sleep with the drifting clouds. Our eyelids became more burdensome as the fire began to lay down within its embers. Just as the cold was slowly drifting into our bones, so were we as we drifted towards each. TodayI would like to narrate another incident when I was working in pune. This wasmy first exprienc with a girl when I was working in Pune. Her name was sanjana.I was working in my work place and sanjana joined there as a college trainee.Let me describe her. She was fair, very beautiful,sharp feautures, but I was not aware of the structure at that time, but whenrecollecting now, I can guess should be 32 28 30. She became good frind of mineas she was in my own department. The reason is I was.