Com to continue her studies and me as well got into the same college. Everyone would be thinking why b.Com to such a brilliant such because we spent a...ll the money which was our ancestors property all we were left with was dad property and a house in hyderabad which was also sold off ) so my mom began job hunt to look after the family after a couple of interviews she was placed in a mnc.During the college times me and my sister become more close and more attached and my sister came back to her. He parked his car in our single car garage, took it to a car wash on Fridays and bought gas by ordering five gallons, not by dollar amount, which in those days was still under $2.00. He could play the piano and sing, mostly Chinese songs he sang to himself. While I didn’t understand the words, like Latin Church music I loved listening to the sound of his singing. I remember one song he preferred, The Girl With Her First Love, which he translated for. I think the readers know about myself as i wrote in last story, anyhow i will tell about meto the new readers of the story, i am sandy, a cool guy with tall dark and innocent natured studying b,com myself in bijapur district of karnataka, my family is staying in bangalore, i was left here to complete ma degree education, i am spending my life happily here with my friends enjoying collage days and etc. Anyhow my semester exam was finished and having a month holiday, i was spending days as usual,. I knew this old guy, Pete, from the neighborhood and his being a frequent customer at the store. I couldn't believe all I'd just talked to him about and that I was so honest with him.By the time I got off work, I'd calmed down and accepted all the 'weirdity' of it.I went home, showered, had a bite and went into my room and watched tv. Or at least had the tv on.I kept thinking of my 'Rick fantasy' and the possibility I was actually going to have it play out. One thought led to another, of.