The noisy crowd had formed a circle around two men engaged in a bare knuckle fight. I walked towards the crowd to size up the competition. My dad and... grandfather had been prize fighters. If a year’s harvest didn’t yield enough to cover the cost of staying in business, they made good money in the ring to cover the expenses. I had been trained in the art of fisticuffs by both of them, much to the disapproval of my mom and grandmother. I lost count of how many times my dad and grandfather caught. She is dressed in incredibly ripped pants with tons of pins, and a t shirt whose top hole is cut to expose her shoulder and collars. The torn sleeves rest at the top of her arms, which could get in the way of her drumming, but she enjoys the tension against her muscles and plays harder.Lulu is a tall and lithe dancer who plays electric violin, used in all the songs to try to give it a more unique feel. She comes up with little dances, not involving flips or anything, just arm movements, to keep. She and my sister was in search of a job so she used to visit my house to pick my sister for interviews. Suddenly one night my parents got call from my aunt that my uncle had an heart attack.My parents along with my sister left for chitradurga.My sister first didn’t agree to go with them as there was interview. But my parents scolded her and took her with them as her marriage was fixed with my aunt’s son Arun. They left me in home as my practical exams were near.I was getting prepared for my. "I wonder what the hell is wrong with her?" Officer John Maddington thought as he knelt to check on the elderly woman's pulse. Purring to himself, he pulled out his portable radio, with his right forepaw, and called for an ambulance.*****"License, registration and insurance proof please." The voice at John's car window was gruff and very deep."Sure Officer, got it all right here," John said. The documents dropped from his nerveless fingers as he stared at the Minotaur standing before him,.