If it does not, if we halt our lives and mourn forever, then the terrorists would have truly won. A thousand clichés come to mind: Every cloud has a ...silver lining. Hope springs eternal. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Et cetera, et cetera. Hollow words, maybe, but with a ring of truth. Tragedies are ultimately not about death — they are about what comes after. Similarly, funerals are not for the dead, they are for the ones left behind. It is appropriate to mourn, to weep, to put. I said “ok I’m coming in few mins, wait 4 me”.After putting the receiver off, I rushed fastly towards her home. Many seductive, sexual, romantic thoughts started flourishing my mind on my way to her. I knocked at the door, she opened the door on the very 1st bell as if she was also waiting 4 the big moment whatsoever it was. We sat close to each other on the couch; our legs were just close as if trying to get hotter n hotter. Initially the discussion went on randomly when a big moment aroused. Over the same period, we discussed both of us being able to fulfill sexual fantasies as long as remained open and honest with one another. We then began to set some rules to play by for both of us. I asked her if she had anyone in mind that she wanted to sleep with and, of course, she said yes. She had taken a liking to a black man that she worked with. I knew him but did not know if he would agree to our games. For her first time, we decided to play it as though I knew nothing of it in. Maine dono ko hi bola aur pappu ke saath idhar udhar ki baatein krne lagi. Raman ko na hi maine bulaya or na hi wo kuch bola. Wo to bas mere doodh or gaand ko dekh dekh kr apne lund ko khujla rha tha. Main uski neeyat samaj chuki thi. Tbhi baatein krte sme mujhe laga ki koi meri gaand ko ungliyon se shu rha hai. Jab maine apne hisaab se chupke se dekha to wo raman ki harkat thi. Main baatein krte krte hi wahan de pappu ke saath dosri jagah khari ho gyi. Pappu se jb thora khull gyi to pata chala.