Not the same body measurements but you can hardly tell a difference between Alia Bhatt’s face and mine. We’ve got exactly the same eyes, face cut ...nd dimples.I’m not too sure if I’ll be able to write expressively but I would definitely like to attempt sharing my story with you. I fell in love with the wrong man- Dhiraj! He’s six feet tall, fair, good-looking, well read and married to someone else. Happily married.The story began. For me, it was love at first sight. For him, it was lust at first. Shemoved to Denver, got a job at a local grocery store, and began takingcommunity college classes, in hopes of finding a career that could makeher happy and keep her out of trouble. Her future seemed bright and shestayed out of trouble, though she would occasionally write home to updateMaria on her life.One Friday after class, Julie - now April - met a man in a bar where shewould periodically go for a drink. His name was Tim and he was 35 and toldApril that he worked as a lawyer, prosecuting. " Do you have any?" Tom taunted her."Sod you." Charming young lady. What would you like to eat?" Soon he piled a couple of plates with food and asked for a tray to put them on. He gave the tray to Vivienne to hold while he got two cartons of cola; his without ice."You can drink warm cola? Yuk! I suppose you really wanted hot tea." She put a lot of disgust in her voice."Yes, I would rather had a nice mug of hot tea but when in Rome do as... or rather when in America do as the Americans do, at. "You don't look half bad, Pat."We all ate breakfast quickly, as mom explained we had to get a few itemsof clothing for Cynthia. "She's a growing girl" (true, she was definitelyhitting her "spurt" and had grown a few inches above me in just the lastfew months). And then groceries for the week. "You might not be able towear her hand-me-downs any more, Pat, although that dress does look goodon you." I blushed as Cynthia chimed in, "Sure does, mom! Really cute."As soon as we finished the meal, mom.