Nair in the daily chores. Thus, Unni has found, then, his space on the floor of Anita’s room.This accommodation, in no way, has hampered Anita’s p...rivacy then, because Unni at Ten years of age is too young to be of any concern. My friendship rolls eight years back, when Anita at Twenty (20) has come to enroll in the final year at our college. However, years have rolled by and Unni reaches the adolescence stage. Naturally, the stage brings with it all the evil yearnings to know and discover. Unni. In any event, I mostly stayed in and sulked. I had learned to play decent pool in Boston, but Jerry, one of security guys, taught me another level. Sean has incredible hands for massage. It turns out mine are not bad with a stick. Jerry started me on 8-ball and 9-ball, followed by full rack rotation and straight pool, then changed tables to snooker. Strange game. Finally, it was billiards, which really stresses your judgment of spin and angle. When I ran 20 shots at billiards, Jerry quit. “After you,” I repeated. She walked ahead of me to an empty parking level. No cars were up here. “Where’s your car? God, I hope someone didn’t steal it? Are you sure you parked up here?” I released her hand and trailed slowly behind her as she walked forward looking around the corner for some sign of my car. Which was not there, of course. The elevator doors closed with a quiet thunk and dropped back towards the ground level. “My car isn’t up here, they keep this area locked up at night. You. “Miss? Can you help me find the Dr. Seuss section?” Alice was startled by this sudden voice in her mind- she placed her book down and smiled sweetly at the mother in her midst, clutching the hand of a squirmy toddler. “Sure, right over here,” she gestured, leading the mother to the clearly marked “Children’s Section”. Alice didn’t mind being a librarian, although the shine of the job had worn off long ago, just as the crisp pages of new books turn yellowed and weathered. No, being a librarian.