Ek tera aur mere bete ka .I helped her in seducing her son she was successful in a week I was amazed by her then we planned for swapping in her house ...t will be surprise for her son rupesh and my mom vishaka.As per planning I and mom went to their mom rupa and rupesh were at home I introduced them they were not expecting like swap I saw rupesh was looking at my mom and his eyes were glued . I blinked to rupa.While serving dinner my mom and rupa became bit close guess they were praising each. Fall brings a crisp bite to the air. The trees lose their earthly green, replaced instead by reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The country is aflame with autumn. Winter brings pristine snow covered fields. The Pine trees the only true color left, their heady fragrance promising a festive season. True, I live in the country too, but not that far out. Our house doesn’t have that magical assurance of true country. Our drive way isn’t long enough to be considered a ‘lane’, and snow doesn’t coat. Although Mom had described the town to me, we were somewhat surprised to find that East Durham was, in fact, a little piece of the Emerald Isle buried deep in the Catskills. Located about twenty minutes from the Thruway, the town lacked a well-defined center, but had kind of a main drag featuring a few restaurants, Irish pubs, and an Irish-themed hotel or two. Signs pointed the way to this weekend's festival, which of course we bypassed. We quickly found our destination; a pub that appeared. Still, he followed the guidebook paragraph by paragraph, looking at what was in his world and comparing what he could see with the pathetic description of it in his book. He trudged through a whole bit about electromagnetic waves, with wavelength and frequency, which from the details presented in the book was an absurd exercise since anyone who had passed analytic geometry knew all about the mathematics of those concepts.When he hit the Bohr model of the atom, he felt that the book had truly.