The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of th...s journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. He wrapped his hand around my hair again; and forcefully pulled me up to my feet. Standing I just about reached under his shoulders, so I had to tilt my head up to look at him. When I finally looked up at him his eyes were looking into mine already. His gaze was unreadable, I gave a nervous smile and looked away. His head tilted my face back to his. “Why are you looking away from me?" His voice even more penetrating than his eyes. "Your eyes, there unreadable I don't know what you’re. Then the zoo. The Market on Saturday morning and then home, bright and early on Sunday." Early?" You wanted to take the train, remember? The XPT leaves about 830." I'm tired. Maybe we can just sit and read in the Gardens for an hour or so." And two more restaurants to try." Okay. Can we look at the Greek and Roman stuff before we leave?"We did. After a sit-down outside, we went to have somewhat early dinner at Langton's and strolled through the gallery district, eyeing the works on display.The. .” (I am not telling for you. Its for me and both of soon. Please we shall our clothes soon)I know she cannot bear and tolerate the hot mood. Then Pooja asked me to remove her wedding saree. Then she undid my shirt and dhothi. Now we are in our inners. She was awesome in her bra and panty. She bent down and touched my feet to get my blessings as every wife does it to her husband on their first night.Me: “Chee ennadi ethu kalil vizhunthu podi konjam kooda moolai illama”. (whats this?? Why are.