She was 41 and dad was 46. My sister was 16. Both mother and father were fair and good looking. We naturally inherited their looks. Mom had large ligh...t brown eyes and brown straight long hair, which made her look very beautiful indeed. She was also very soft spoken and loving. While I was driving mom was quiet, sad about her father. Sometimes she wiped away a tear. I did not want to talk to her and disturb her, so I kept driving. We stopped at a roadside restaurant to freshen up and have some. But like I said, I was already a pro at fending them off. We had gotten to the lounge at around 10 p.m. and usually we’d stay out until about 12ish before heading home. Considering the venue, which was a step above the usual, we stayed a bit longer. Shortly after we had gotten there one guy in particular had been conversing and buying us drinks. Just small talk and we figured he was just buying time until his friends arrived. Once they did, our small group of 3 turned into a group of 6. Mind. I wanted to save something. For later. You are going to take me out to dinner, aren’t you?” We slept in my bed that night. She offered everything, refused nothing. What was undeniably lust then turned quickly to love. Three months later we were married and I’ve not regretted the decision for a single day since. All these memories swirled through my mind while I tried to keep track of the questions and answers being lodged inside the little silver recorder in front of me on the desk. . Par dhire dhire hum hi se baat ki shuruwat karne lage. Aur hum dono me achchi friendship ho gayi. Muze 2-3 dino me usse milne jane laga. Fir ek din mai mama ke ghar gaya to ghar me mami tv pe gane sun rahi thi. Fir mai andar gaya aur humari baate shuru hui.Mami achanak meri tarif karne lagi. Aapki smile bahot sweet hai aap aisi hair style rakha karo. Mai in chijo ko normally le raha tha. Fir mami boli ki tum muze bahot achche lagte ho.Ab tak aap aap karne wali mami ab tum karne lagi thi. Muze.