The story you’re about to read is a work of nonfiction. Further on, I’ll be writing as Manav.24th December 2014. What a day! I had an amazing last... day at office. The office located at South ex, New Delhi is a little too far from my house in Pritampura. My posting had been shifted from the office in New Delhi to the city of large hearted Bengalis, Kolkata.It had been a fun filled last day at Delhi. I had invited all the office mates to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Of course, Shweta was the. "Yes that must be what is casing the noises, thank you for your time and information, I'll make sure the wagon gets finished and we can get moving again."I turned toward my mount and smiled to myself as I started to get back aboard, especially when I heard him muttering something about it being over 200 years since that particular bird had been heard on Sandstorm."HE SAID WHAT? Oh Dallan I'll never be able to look him in the eyes again." Relax Ellen, he would never bring it up to you or Chris. My aunt was looking at me like I was crazy."I kind of messed up and called her a slut," I said, doing my best to look ashamed."You what?" my mother yelped again. Dad was starting to look worried. Julie May didn't show it on her face, but I was absolutely sure she was having the time of her life watching me dig the hole I was apparently falling into. I didn't have time to look at my older brothers or their wives, so I don't know what was going on there."It just kind of slipped out," I. Just over an hour later David is once again slumped against several blackplastic bin bags in a back lane behind the shops whilst he enjoys whatwill be a very short high.I sit quietly by his side whilst he rolls his eyes and sighs.'I wonder if the Salvation army would let me use their showers.' Imentally suggest to my stoned charge whilst he lays next to me.It is just over two hours later that David emerges from the nearestSalvation army mission clean and shaved with several new items ofclothing.