The next three months proved a new type of challenge. Long before his stitches were removed, Alex was showing signs of hyperactivity. He had a hard ti...me sitting through a meal. He was fidgeting in his seat, read all the labels on food boxes, and any grocery store advertisements that sometimes made their way to the kitchen. His mother fought against books and television during the family meals, which meant Alex was even more twitchy. His teachers noticed hyperactivity as well. In a depressingly. Brad and Jenny sat next to Glen and me. I could tell they were watching Glen fondle me, but I couldn't have cared less. My brother loved me, and I didn't care who knew it.Closing my eyes, I began thinking about the end of our vacation. Once again, I wondered what would happen when Glen and I returned home. I wondered how we would be able to hide our newly found love. Jenny told me she dated to hide the fact she was intimate with Brad. I didn't know if I could do it. I didn't know if I. Woh ek yellow colour ki sadi mai sleeveless blouse pehan ke mere samne khadi thi,jisse unke do kabutar ekdam ubhar ke najar aa rahe the,mai to bas use dekhte ri reh gaya. Mera dimag tabhi thikane par aya jab unhonr kaha,Bhabhi- kya hua suraj aise kya dekhte rahe ho….Me- woooh kuch nahi bhabhi aaona na andar aao..Pahli bar woh mere flat mai aayi thi maine unhe hall mai bithaya aur puchaMe- kya bat hai bhabhi aj garib ke ghar mai kaise ana huaBhabhi- much nahi suraj mujhe urgent market jana hai. I suddenly knew that I was a thingcalled a boy, and boys did not wear ribbons. Thus I could now tell boysand girls apart, it was all about hair.But it wasn't. It was also about clothes. Boys wore horrible clothesand girls wore nice clothes. Girls had little dresses in nice fabrics,little white socks, perhaps a little bag, knickers with elasticatedlegs they could keep a hankie in. Girls could hold hands with a boy,unlikely in the early years, but also with other girls. They skipped,played.