Bhabhi mere room mein aayi. Mein bimari me aadha neend me tha. Bhabhi ne meri haalat dekhkar doctor ko bulaya or mujhe medicine diLyai. Mein raat tak ...thik nahi huya. Bukhar badta hi jaa raha tha. Bhabhi mere pass hi rahi or thande pani ke pati mere mathe par rakhti rahi. Raat ko 12 baje ke pass meri neend khuli. Bhabhi mere pass baithi thi. Mene unka haath pakad liya, unhone bhi apna dusra haath mere haath me de diya. Mene unko khich kar apne se chipka liya, wo bhi mujhse chipka gayi. Ab unke. It was Saturday and the next day being a holiday, we were very relaxed. We thought that if the function was interesting, we would spend major part of the night there. Luckily for us; my parents were in town and we left our children with them. Whilst Anil was waiting in the car for us to join him, I and Neena came out of the house to get into the car. Suddenly, Neena said she had forgotten house keys. We had decided to lock the front door of our house; so that when we get back late, we would. I often find myself day dreaming about those times I really missed them.About a month ago our current choir director became ill and was forced to retire so he moved into a retirement home to live out his days. The job was open for awhile until we had a man apply for the position. We finally all got to met him at the next church service on Sunday after the service my husband and I went to meet him. I was silently ecstatic to find out that he was single and very black. Joshua Jones a southern. 'Knock knock knock' it read. I open the door and there she stands, her face damp. It wasn't raining and her eyes were red, fresh from crying. "Well come inside" I said, trying to sound warm and comforting, then remembering she also hates the cold weather, "its too cold outside." She sits down on my bed, the main feature of the one roomed unit I lived in. I sit down right beside her and put my arm around her. She leans her head back on my shoulder, something she wouldn't normally do. We fell in.