“Dancing with you is worth the pain” I say, putting my other hand to her waist and drawing her closer to the centre of the square. Her hand is coo... and soft and I sigh to have my desire met; at last I have her moving with me in time to the music, all the panic and adrenalin of the day falling away. I forget everything else as we sway to the rhythm together – I had imagined envious looks from others, but now I don’t care, all that exists is us and the music.“I missed seeing you today, Marco” she. I remember drifting in and out of consciousness before I finallywoke up enough to recognize Mom sitting by my bed. I was still prettygroggy from the painkillers they were giving me - it was kind of strange- I really hurt "down there" but it was like I didn't care that it hurt.I noticed that there was a sort of "tent thing" over the middle of mybody that supported the sheet and blanket. And there were a couple oftubes coming out from under the tent and emptying into plastic bags onthe side of. In fact to remember HSHS as it was you have been invited to recreate a typical day from your final year. Just walking to school has got the nostalgia going and you are now crossing the bitumen basketball courts where you spent so many hours of your lunchtime. The rings are missing, and the bitumen has seen better days, but still the same. There's the school pool, filled with water for "Recreation Week" as it has been titled.The school is the same, but you can't help but wonder how the people. Of course i used to miss her, but never disclosed the same to her so that she doesn’t get upsetNow…. On one fine morning i made up my mind and sent a mail to my boss asking for a week’s leave, which was granted withing half an hour time. I’m sorry if you started getting bored. But i am not sharing a t20 style sexual encounter. Rather I’m into a 5day long classical test match. However… My leave was sanctioned next day onwards. I called jhuma [ name changed] up to ask where she can go with me.