My home town were quiet spent mostly sat in my local bar and grill in the company of s few old friends, but of course the conversation eventually turn...d to the current state of affairs and when asked about my personal experiences despite the fact I Didn,t want to talk about most of it the drink had relaxed me enough to relate a much toned down version of events. “But that,s Not What the tv news said” was the response from a few who Didn,t have a clue about what was really happening. “Then Why. Now was a time to think only of the present since the past was far too sad to contemplate and the future seemed so very improbable.The Commandant was an elderly man by the name of Colonel Shima who spent most of his time drawing letters and numbers in the "old style" brushwork of the forgotten generations. He tried his best to not have any eye contact with the vile Western women with their superior colonialist attitudes for fear that they might curse his soul before he could achieve perfect. The door bell rings. I wonder who it is now in this bad weather? Neepa has convinced Rajat that she will cook for three of us. Rajat happily agreed. Neepa convinced my parents. They were happy since I was a loner in the city, and they were worried about my food habits.A few days back, we learned that Neepa is pregnant. Since she has now been into her first trimester, she dominates me less. But I am still a sex slave to her.I opened the door. It was Neepa, and her cook.“Babu, I can’t cook for. Sheesh!I sat in the car muttering to myself for a couple of minutes, and then got out and stretched after the journey. Another car came up the drive and parked next to mine; a girl climbed out the drivers side and grinned at me. She was around my age, a couple of inches shorter than me, her skin was a light mocha coffee color, and she had a lovely smile in a very pretty face crowned by neatly styled mid-length black hair. She certainly didn’t look like one of Dad’s usual power dinner guests;.