It was this despair that woke the fatalism in me. It was impossible for me to be happy. I knew I could not bear to see my beloved in the hands of that... awful troll. I would meet anything the world threw at me for a chance to break this life. Surrender to fate was like a new beginning for me. It was as if someone had flipped a coin. Love turned to hate. Anger to calm. I used to carry a small hope of love, but knew I was denied bliss. Now, I felt a hope of some revenge, but at the same time knew. What a weird coincidence and since the moment he held her, his sixth sense had smelled an opportunity of fun-filled time pass for the whole way slowly the bus was getting further crowded. Rekha turned around and stood facingRashid a seat got available just then, but not sure why she decided against going for the seat and she didn’t felt good about parting from Rashid. She offered her seat to an elderly lady and continued standing there.Rekha: where are you lost?Rashid: nothing as such was just. I turned as she approached me and was greeted with a slap to my face."How dare you walk out on me? I have been worried sick for the last year and you did not even have the courtesy of letting me know that you were alive and well." She shouted over the din of the bar. I was taken aback for a moment but then I looked into her eyes and spoke slowly, "Do I know you?"Now, it was her turn to be astonished. "Anupam, you must be sick in the head. I am surprised that you refuse to recognize your own. The blood flow to my lower regions that I had been fighting for the last few minutes become a losing battle. Then my brain engaged, that meant the voice I had been hearing was Ms Nugent, my old English teacher, or Jody as she introduced herself to me at my graduation. The type of teacher that always had your attention, utterly beautiful with a slender body and waves of dirty blonde hair. She looked at least 10 years younger than she actually was. No one ever missed her lessons because she was.