Images of my playing, my total surrender to the power of the notes and the melody brought a fresh rush of tears to my eyes. I had spent many years pra...cticing and perfecting the talent of musician. There was a freedom of expression that had caught me and pulled me in. So many thoughts and feelings were spelled out in little black dots with lines and squiggles. Sad that I was going to let it all disappear into nothingness. My books lay in the opposite corner, near the shattered glass of the wine. Kuch din k badh mhuje em mail aya, mail karne wali ek aunty aur us ka age 32. Aunty ka namm bhargavi (name changed), hum 1week chat kiye aur ek din meet hone ka plan fix kiye.Aunty ney mhuje uski ghar ka address msg ki aur main waha chala gaya, main jake bell bajaye. Aunty ney door khola, hum ek dhusre ko dhekthehi shock ho gaye tey. Bcz o aunty mere frnd ki chachi hai, aur uska shadi ho k 1&1/2 yr huyi thi. Bt vo shadi life say kush nahi thi (yea baat mhuje aunty ne baad mein boli).Aunty mhuje. We were pleased to see that we had both been allocated the same tutor as last year; we decided to grab neighbouring benches so we could consult and help each other easily. We were convinced that our both getting the equivalent of a 'First' in the first year exams had been the result of our collaboration during that year, using each other's strengths to learn and improve.There were other perks of being second year students - we were now actively encouraged to use the departmental tea room in our. Let the kids mature, grow up first.When Simone started attending the school, it was more like I remembered it at the beginning. With the end of the bussing, there were only local kids attending. Of course, there was a little more of a racial mix in the student population than when I had attended, so Simone didn't stick out quite like Marion and I had. We had been the only two white kids in the whole school. Talk about sticking out!Part of the area surrounding our property had been renovated and.