Us din baat kerne ke baad uske phone bar bar aana shuru ho gye.Hum dono mai bohot saari baate hone lagi, fir baat aage badhi aur phone sex shuru ho gy..., usne ek din mujhe kaha ke meri awaaz sunn ker uski choot geeli ho jaati hai, aur mann kerta hai ke uski choot mail lund lene ki ichha hone lagti hai.Fir usne ek din milne ko bola, who yahi paas mai rehti thi, mere office se uska ghar takreeban 8 km tha. Maine usko Srinagar ke rajbagh k zero bridge ke paas bne ek restrurant mai bulaya. Mujhe lga. Melanie moved her head slightly in disapproval but she did not say a word; at that moment again she wasn't my lover, she was a mother, and her sympathies were on my mother's side. Then I asked them if they would accompany me to the cemetery the day of burial, with which the two agreed.The day before the burial, we went to the funeral home, found out we were alone; I went alone to give my father my last respects. Afterwards, I went home to mourn my father, alone. Next day, wearing mourning. He mixed up thesigns, like a silly goose. Once named in Wonderful Land, like in "TheNaming Room" the name usually sticks.Alas, even on that day of the misnaming of the flowers , "The NamingRoom," was on the fritz. It seemed like a very befuddled boy and girlentered the wrong rooms at the exact same time. They and the roomsexploded. The rooms then had to be cleaned up and recalibrated and theboy and the girl, using all the magical spit, glue and Scotch and ducttapes required were reassembled by. He hugged me and I hesitantlyhugged him back. I still wasn't able to feel much in the way of emotionbut I vaguely remembered I had once loved him. "Get dressed Babe andthen we'll have breakfast and talk more." He pointed to a wardrobe andwent to sit down back beside the bed. I opened it to find all myclothes from when we'd lived together and many more besides. They wereloose on me now but still felt good and also smelled good and clean.We went downstairs together and along to the dining room..