"He/she nodded like a marionette, having to remind himself to stop. I hoped that meant he was taking this as seriously as he needed to. He turned to m...e and whispered, "I'm going to say, 'Hey hey hey.' That's the prefatory voice command. We set it up that way so that we didn't accidentally trigger some command in the middle of ordinary conversation." Why 'Hey hey hey'?" I asked. It was a stupid question, but I was nervous about actually letting him start this thing and like a kid, I was delaying. This all started from my school in Ahmadabad. We all have that ‘one’ girl in our school time group who would always hangout with boys and also act as boys! Rough and tough, she would play football rather than hand ball, would hear rock music than country love songs of Taylor Swift. Her name is ‘Mayuri’.She was the tomboy of our class. I dare that none of the boys of our school would have ever looked at her the way we normally boys do! She was never in the ‘line maro’ list of ours. The reason. I assumed my mother put all the used towel in the washer and walked, still wet, to the bathroom closet where we keep the clean towels. I opened it and saw that to my surprise it was completely empty, not even a small hand towel to dry myself with.I cursed silently and decided to head to my room and get dressed there, not that I had much choice.I open the bathroom door and headed to my room, wet, cold and angry.Just as luck would have it, as I was walking towards my room at the end of the hall,. He shivered once and she reciprocated with her own. For both of them, it was a long, restless night.Bedraggled and cranky, the two hitched a trailer to the back of the pickup truck and loaded the goods. The trek down to Detroit was going to be more than six hours because Travis didn't want to jostle the furniture in back. They couldn't ignore their need for food though and Travis was forced to pull off the interstate, 45 minutes or so north of Saginaw. Anya couldn't stomach any of the fast food.