Athuvum ennai naduvil paduka vaithu vitu uranginaargal.Aunty en arugil paduthu uranginaargal, ninaithu paarungal ithu pondru yarukum nadakathu. Enaku ...tho athistam athanal aunty en arugil paduthaargal, en nanban padutha udan uraga aarambithaan. Auntyai thirumbi paarthen avargal thungamal enaiye paarthu kondu irunthaargal. Mani 11 aanathu aunty kaiyai en meethu vaithaargal.Naan kangalai appozhuthu thiraka villai, thunguvathu pola kangalai mudi kondu irunthen. Aanal aunty en meethu kai vaikum. Even though I knew what was to follow Istill felt nervous. There was something deeply symbolic about having myhead shaved, almost as if with each stroke of the razor any remainingtraces of my masculinity were also being shaved away.A fluorescent pink cape in heavy latex was draped over my seated figureand the familiar tight band was roughly buckled around my slim neck. Withlittle ceremony Aunty Jane began to spread the cold shaving cream over myscalp, even though there was hardly any hair. Ashish- (gusse se) haramzade ye kya keh raha he tu me tujhe jaan se mar dunga kamine…Hitesh- thik he me aaj hi teri wife ko sab kuch bata deta hu fir dekh or me ye bhi keh dunga ki ye tera idea tha or tune meri wife ke sath zabardasti ki heAshish- (darrte hue) bhai tu esa ku kar raha he kya milega tujhe me divya se bohot pyar karta hu…..Hitesh- me bhi sanjan se bohot pyar karta hu….Thak ke ashsih ne ha bol di(hitesh mann hi mann khush ho gaya)Aagle din hitesh divya ko le ke ashish ke hotel me. "You got a weapon?"I told him that I did, and we all left the alley, making our way through the shadows of the slums of LA on foot, careful to avoid the headlights of the occasional car that might pass. As we moved closer to the address, our steps slowed until finally we were outside the building. The location was like any other around there - hollow looking from the outside, broken windows, the stereotypical ghetto. The only thing that might have aroused any sort of curiosity was a faint hum.