Her talent for languages made it seemed like she ought to be able to pick up the language, at least the spoken part – the written part looked like a... major headache and would be a real challenge. It probably wasn't something she would want to major in, but it had the potential to be a strong minor, especially if her major was in international studies.After Grand Valley, the list thinned out. Central stayed on it mostly because of the solid journalism program and the family knowledge of the. Fir sodhi roshn ko kiss kr k nikal jata hRoshn apni jawani ki aag liye udas ho kr andr jane lgti h tbhi use yad aata h or wo flashback me chli jati h flashback me: daya or roshn sabji wale se sabji khridti rhti h tbhi daya sbji ke bhav ko sunkr sabji wale ko apne bade bade mummo k darshn kra deti h jise dekh kr sbji wala bhav km kr deta h or roshn ye dekh kr muskura kr daya se khti h .Roshn: wah daya bhabhi apne to kamal kr diya apne gore gore boobs dikha kr sbji wale ka lund khda krwa diya or. "I did." I replied. "Where are you?" she asked. "Over here...can't you see me?" I said waving my hand. "No, not a thing." I looked around and found a Magazine on the sidetable, using all of my will I made the pages flutter. "I see that...do it again!" she said. "I'd like to, but I feel whipped out." I said "Maybe if I turn this back on." she said switching the Gabber back on. Like before I felt the soft tingle of pure energy bombarding me. "Is that doing anything?" she asked. "Sort of." "Hey. " I don't think he winked, but I could be wrong. So Lieutenant Ashe and I settled down by one of the bunkers and watched Larry work. I have to admit, it was much nicer sitting there then sweating over the jack and the tires.The silence seemed awkward. Finally Ashe made some half-silly remark and we relaxed a bit and began to chat. I told him some about me; growing up, my job and my divorce. The one thing I hesitated about was telling him about my son. I decided to save that for another time..