That was so nice of you…’Kirri said. ‘Brian. My name’s Brian.’ he introduced himself to her, offering his hand to her. ‘Nice to meet you, ...Brian. My name’s Kirri.’ she replied as she shook his hand. ‘Seems you had a bad day.’ Brian said looking into her eyes. ‘Actually, it was a very bad week.’ Kirri said back. ‘Tell me about it. I’m a very good listener.’ He said. ‘It all started on Monday. My roommate Melissa had used up all the milk for which I couldn’t eat any cereal that morning. At work,. " "Oh, I have my moments but I don't—we don't—have a choice but to deal with it." "Still, you're good at it." He went quiet. Ryan waited, then asked, "Are you still there?" "I am, I'm sorry. Just tired. Well, not exactly tired; not sleepy tired. It's the fatigue. It's hard to think of things to say." "It's okay. I'm just glad we got to talk. Why don't you go get some rest?" She gave a short laugh. "Boy, I bet you're tired of people saying that." "You have no idea. But you're right. And I'm. Ab ghar me hum dosto or maa ke alawa koi nahi tha hum to jante hi the ki ek din ke baad bahut bada tufaan aane wala hai. Humne ghar ke ek kamre ki khidkiya tod di jisse us kamre mai thand hawa aane lagi ab us kam re mai rahna namumkin ho gaya ab hame paas kewal ek hool jaisa kamra jisme do bed padi the kewalDusare din mousam kharab hone laga or bahut tej baris hone lagi ajay ne maa se kaha anti hum sabka samaan bagal wale kamre me rakh deta hu kyoki mousam kharab hai or is kamre mai jagah bhi. Being quite early in the afternoon, there were not many seats taken, perhaps people travelled to their destinations little later in the day. There were others but my eyes caught those 2 cowboys; I had seen in the bus from the platform. They were sitting side by side on a row. One was a bit older, slim with no athletic body or big muscles. Clean shaven, really blue eyes and tanned face. A truly piercing eyes, if and when he stared at you. Those ordering kind of eyes compelling you to do it.