”Aur mom muskara ke aage badh gayi. Dosto main jaise hi bathroom mein pahucha. Maine mom ki or dekh kar ishara kiya ki ab karna kya hai. Kyuki mujhe... khud samajh nahi aa raha tha ki mom ke dimag mein aakhir chal kya raha hai.Mom – “Arre tu wahi kar na jo tu hamesha karta hai. Ab isme bhi main kya madad karu teri. Tu ek kaam kar. Yeh darwaza khula rakh ke kar aaj. Main bhi ti dekhu kaise karta hai.”Main: “Wahh kya plan hai. Accha to aise karogi aap meri madad. Apki jaankaari ke liye main apko. I sort of scratched my head for a minute, then decided to hit the toilet. When you gotta go... Besides, now I was starting to feel like this was a set-up for a practical joke one of my sick friends would play on me. I figured at some point, Santa would turn on some music and do a strip tease or something. But how did he know I had to pee and where did he get hot pizza at this hour on Christmas morning? When I got back, Santa was just popping open a bottle of beer and setting it down on the. We’d crash at each other’s apartments, oh so platonically, a quick hug before we crashed, watching the sun come up over the city. Somewhere along the line, I developed more than just a friendly affection for him, especially when it became clear that I was dumping my long-distance boyfriend. I sweetly got Buddy to ‘share’ his extra-long scarf with me on cold wintry nights. He didn’t seem to mind me putting my hands in his coat pockets. Just for warmth. Things didn’t change much, after college.. Lyla works with people and handles cases. When she comes home, she needs tobe pleased, fed, pampered, and loved. That's my job, to take care of her.And that's pretty much all I do. I still read a little and keep up withsome of my old interests. This pleases Lyla, keeping my mind active, myintellect sharp. But mainly, I serve her. I serve her by meeting here atthe door with parted lips, downcast eyes, a shy smile, and a cold beveragein hand. I serve her by sweeping the floors daily in heels and.