.Ji..Mene rply kia aapko bohot miss kr raha tha so mag kr dia..Usne pucha kyu etna miss kr rahe te..Mene reply kia jb melogi tab btaunga..Unka reply a...ya tnsn na lo jalde e melenge..Or fir kuch dino bad wo din aa e gya..Or night mai unka msg aay kal 10 am unke flat pe aane k,bss mai samaj gya..Mai morning 10 bje unke flat pe gya dekha gate open tha or waha ek tag tha gate lock krne ka..Mene gate lock lia or isha ko awaz lagai andar se aawaz aai aa jo..Mai jese e bedroom ka door open kia mera to. I turned and glanced down the rest of the carriage. It was only half full which made a pleasant change from my usual commute. I sat back in my seat and started to enjoy the cool air that battled against the high summer temperatures outside.I'd taken this train so many times. I have one of those jobs that demands my presence several times a month at head office. Over the time I'd been catching it I was lucky that I always managed to get the same seat, right at the end of the carriage, and one. I offered him a ride home and he accepted, and my heart went pitter-patter very hard against my rib cage and we walked out to my car and drove away. "You know, I've got a book that might help you. It's at my house -- we could swing by and get it on the way," I said. My voice sounded distant and funny, like someone else was talking. "Sure." We drove mostly in silence to my home and pulled into the garage. I closed the garage door with the remote control in my glovebox, thank heaven for that,. That is, once the landlord believed it was really me. I had to show him the change of name form and also show him my face without the wig before he would believe it."I would have never thought you were a guy..." he kept muttering to himself.Mr. Blakely had mentioned that that might be a problem. So he provided his cell-phone number which I could use in emergencies.I had thought about telling my friends and family of my new position, but decided that that could wait until later. They all thought.