Turning a bit so that Susan couldn’t see her face, she flicked away a tear before gently asking, her voice not showing any kind of hostility or ange... but instead curiosity about what had prompted him to call now, after all this time. ‘Uhm, yeah … which one?’ ‘One of ’em…’ he reached for the card to pull it over and look at the postdate on it.’ The one I’m lookin’ at was postdated ’bout three weeks ago. But…. I’ve gotten ’em all…. ’bout every three months ‘r so.’ There was a long silence as he. His focus slowly returned and he realised he was watching the ash particles, fascinated by the way they floated upwards. There was something about the motion that tickled at his thoughts, suggested something he should be aware of."Convection!" He said."Scott?" Hot air rises Gabrain, see the way the ash from the fire rises? It's to do with a phenomenon called convection. Hot air rises above cooler air." And what does that make you think of Scott?" Hot air balloons Gabrain, hot air balloons.". A very odd expression was on his face when he came back. ‘I’m sorry, none of you are a match. We’ve contacted the Red Cross and we’re giving him plasma to hold him over. We’re doing all we can, don’t give up hope.’ My Dad jumped up, indignant. ‘That’s not possible, one of us has to be a match. We’re all related by blood. There has to be a mistake.’ I understood later the doctor was trying to be diplomatic. He suggested Dad come back to the office so they could go over the typing. He agreed and. Fir bus aayi bahot bhid hone ke karan hum us bus me nahi chad paye so humne dusari bus ka wait karna tha. Kyoki waha par bhid bahot jyada thi to mera hath uske kandhe par tha. Or muje maza bhi aa raha tha shayad wo bhi maza le rahi thi. Or mene fog ka deo lagaya hua tha to shayad wo bhid me mere deo ki khushboo le rahi thi or meri aur dekhake usane ek ajibb si smile ki.Fir thodi der baad bus aa gai. So hum log us bus me chad gaye waha par bahot jyada hi bhid thi to me uske ek dam samne khada ho.