’Hi Jia xam kaisa huya?Tumhe 1st ana hain’.’Oh Musaji..just ayye pahale ghar main ane dijiye,Bai bai thoda pine ka pani do na..”Srry Jia..aaj ...bai nahin ayi..tu akelei pile,bad main main tere ko garam pani se naha dunga’..’Ok Musaji’..dress change korne ke bad sirf ak black panti pahente huye Jia bathroom main agayi.paheli bar uski chhoti si fula huya nazuk chhati por mera nazar atok gaya..so nice…mera sarir bekabu hone laga..samajh gaya ki Jia avi bachchi nahin hain..ladki honebali hain…ji. I came back to my senses and turned away, mumbling a weak apology. I shut the bedroom door and went into my room and shut the door.I had never seen mom in that state ever before. She was a respectable lady in society, who always wore traditional clothes and mingled with everyone. No one would have suspected that such a docile woman in the mid-40s was so dirty in the bed!I had been on a week-long trekking with my friends and I thought of surprising my mother when I returned. I had a spare key. Two walkers collide, and are bounced up or down from one tightrope to another. Yet he knew by watching, that he was seeing only one aspect of this display. There were millions of tightrope walkers covering all of the tightropes who were banging and slamming into each other. Some sped up and others slowed down. Directions were changed. Energy and momentum were conserved or expended. That speed of motion along the tightrope was a measure of kinetic energy. And when one of those tightrope walkers. " I have a fatherly look?" I wouldn't say fatherly, no," I said.This was getting out of hand. I needed to put a stop to it. I was flirting with someone my father's age. That's when a hand descended on my left shoulder and made me start."Would you like to dance?"I turned my head around, surprised. It was the young man with the cell phone. Somehow he had slipped off his stool and moved behind me without my noticing. "Uh..." I managed to get out.His smile was nice, but with a hint of patronization.