Diksha apna down lips pe juban ferte hhuwe ok devar ji ..Me thoda naraz hote huwe phirse ….?? Boli ok baba ranu mere frnd ji me bola ye ranu bhi jaa...nu ki tarah sound hota he na ??? Diksha ranu break maro bahut fast ho rahe ho gir jaoge…Me dikshu me to girna cahta hu bas aap tham ke rakhna … Diksu hmmm ok tham lenge ji ab to me diksha se milne roz dopahr me jata jab himasu job pe hota hm khub masti krte kai bar me usko husko hug krta pr frndship wala ….Aek din me dikshu bethe the yahi dopahr ki. And speaking of time, it's time for me towork with my boyfriend!* Angel could not help noticing the emphasis onthe last part. While she was working the next theater, her mind kept wandering back tothat last exchange. She found herself conflicted. She was happy that herfriend Lena was so happy. She was happy that her friend David was sohappy - or that he seemed so happy. But thinking about it gave her a sortof sick/sad/angry feeling that she didn't recognize. It wasn't verystrong, but it was. If you read it later, don’t blame me for any spoilers these chapters might contain. And once again, whilst this is a true story, it is not intended as a ‘how to’ manual, if you want to try this at home, don’t. Unless you take the time to learn and have help, your first time will probably be your last.On that Friday evening now so long ago the story gripped me both for its subject and the images it evoked, more than that it caught my imagination just as deeply as the heat that grew deep between. Pavadaiyai idupu varai thuki kuthiyil kai vaithu viral potar pinbu mulaiyil irunthu mutham seithu konde vanthu kuthiyil vaai vaithu naka aarambithaar.Ithu naal varai en kanavan en pundaiyai suvaithathu kuda illai, aanal en maapilai magal kuthiyil naaku potu sugam koduthaar. Appozhuthu thaan enaku maapilai meethu oru kaama aasai vara aarambithathu, kuthiyai naki vitu avarathu sunniyai kuthiyil iraki ooka aarambithaar. Iruvarum nandraaga oothukondaargal.Pinbu mapilai doggy nilaiyil magal kuthiyil.