She was as unlike her brothers, Charley and Stephan, as it is possible to be. Nor was Curtis a shy or fading man, and her mother had died when she was...just a babe. I know not from whence her crippling shyness arose."Thank you," Marie," said the mistress.Marie ducked her head and said, "Mum." Have you seen your brother, Marie?" asked the mistress. "I had him sent to fetch some wine from the village, and have not seen him since."Marie froze. Then, softly, "No, Mum."I stepped forward. I had. ! She told me that her friends used to say so but she never felt so. And we both started smiling again with a bit of blush on both of our faces. Suddenly door bell rings i receive the food pay him off his amount and come back to table. She gets the plates for both of us as we both were really very hungry .While eating food she comes and sits a bit close to me . As we are done with again started talking and discussing about each other lives . I don’t know from where i got the guts and suddenly. The colors were wonderful and detail was implied, but never implemented. You never had to sweat the small things. A painter had to worry about every stroke. A sculptor, every cut of the blade. In glass, simplicity mattered. Errors were easily corrected and most problems could be avoided with adequate planning. The art lay in the choice of glass and how you laid the grain. Simple choices in my mind, more difficult for others. I got lost in the work that some would find tedious. Tinning the. .Or jab muon ko bowl sa bahir nikal tu wo aik complete kanjari lag rahi thi aik khoobsorat kanjari………mugh sa rah nahi gaya or meiny apna pani bhi uska muon par chor dia…….. Ab mein thak chukka tha………socha rest kar lia jaye…….. So kanjari ki tangoon ko or upar kia is tar aka uski choot or gand bilkul upar ki taraf ho……phir uski gand mein pehly sa ready cocktail (mera or uska pani, meri or uski thook (saliva), mera or uska peeshab, meri or uski tati, or uski ulti (vomit)) uski gand mein daal dia.