I had held up in a little Mexican Cantina to allow traffic to die down. The rains began again as they always do in the warm summer afternoons of South...east Texas. I was nestled deep with in the cities tunnel ways and skyscrapers. ‘Its hailing cats and dogs out there,’ a customer had come into the Cantina dripping wet. Shaking the water from his umbrella and placing it at the bars edge. ‘There’s even a dog at your front door to prove it.’ My ears perked up while everyone else thought it was a. ”“Yes, Wilson, we know each other, in a manner of speaking.”“Well, could you give me some sort of clue, your name at least?”“Aha,” he flashed a toothy grin and shook his head, “I’m the one with no name, and yet I have many. Yahweh, Aten, Jehovah, Odin, Zeus, Juno, Brahmin, and many more; it all depends on where you come from. I remember for a period of time back in the eighteenth century, some were calling me the Great Architect. I always liked that one.”“Here we go,” Wilson lowered his head. . Tai lukiye dekha suru korlam erpor o ki korbe prochondo dusahosi o. Ekta haat ma r sudoulo pachar opore rakhlo… Haat ta die o mar pachar dabna take tepchhiloo.. Aalto aalto chaap die ma r naam dhore daaklo dubar.. Ma armora venge ekpase kaat holo… Mar khub sunder mai duto paatla blouse ta chire berie aaschilo pray.. Ma r daandiker dudhtar bota r khoyeri ongshota dekha jachilo… Achol matite gorachhe. Sugovir navi ta dekha jachhe..ma ok dekhe bhoot dekhar moton chomke uthlo… Taratari achol ta. As her saree was slightly raised due to the tucking, herFair and lovely left leg was visible for almost a feet and her whitePetticoat was also visible from under her saree near her legs. Her pallu,Had gone to one side and lovely large right breast in the white bra,Was protruding out under her white blouse ! Her arms and tummy too wereCovered in small beads of sweat. I introduced my lovely wife toJaichand, ‘ jaichandji, this is my wife anupama. Anu, this is our dear and kindHearted money lender,.