How could things have gone so wrong, I wondered as I turned away from that horrible sight. How could we have been so wrong? How could he have lied to ...us like that? He was Hiran, I'd seen the scar myself. All that time and he'd never told us. Never told me. The blind leading the blinder. The market street was crowded this time of afternoon. The narrow way nearly blocked by all manner of vendors hawking all manner of wares on both sides of the street. I should have chosen another way, but there. The cardboard doesn't work very well for scratching with, but it's all I have.What else? Well, there is a toilet. There's a sink, which, luckily, I can reach. No hot water. Some cabinets, with some food in them. A stove, whichI can't reach. I've been soaking spaghetti in cold water to "cook" it.Disgusting. Like I mentioned before, here's a bed, with no sheets.It does have a pillow, and there was a pillowcase. Today I took that and tore out the end of it, and now I have a dress! It covers either. My silencethe last time we saw each other was over being taken off guard by howyou looked. No, I know what you are doing and don't put meaning in mywords before I finish my thought. I know why you are going to bedefensive, but don't. You know that I love you. You looked so much likemy youngest sister, your aunt. I was not expecting that. I was and stillam happy for you that you look so good when dressed that way.I know I came home very early from work. I just took a half day to startthe weekend. Lauda kaise gusta. Mohan ne dhakka mara aur laude ka supara meri choot ke andar. Meri choot me dard hone laga. Mai badbada rahi thi—-saale, bahinchod, seel tod di meri kuwari choot ki.mohan bol raha tha didi toko mat, saali padi raho mere niche, aaj to tujhe chod kar teri choot ki pyas bujhunga.choot ke baad teri gaand bhi maarung. Bus me kaise apni gaand mere laude se ragra rahi thi., mai boli–saale, bahinchod, apni bahin ki choot chod, baat mat kar madarchod. Pahle choot ko thanda kar. Fir.