Actually, it was my room. Mom asked me to shift to the next room. Only my room and my Parent’s room had AC. Mom didn’t want Seema to feel alienate...d so she decided to give her my room. I readily agreed. All I had to do was just bring my stuff from my room. I shifted my dumbbells and weights. It was all I ever needed in my room. Seema seemed to like my room. Because it was filled with books and audio CDs. They were enough to keep her engaged throughout her stay. But there was still a problem. My. I watched him as he reached inside. Oddly, I saw him younger, by a few years at least. It had obviously been a while, whatever it was. He pulled out a DVD from this secret compartment, now inserting it into the player, turning it on. I was expecting porn, perhaps some deviant kind of porn or something, something secretive and unusual for dad. And…in a way it was. Though I certainly hadn’t expected what I now saw, or stood watching. Suddenly the image I’d been seeing, fluttered…jumped. I’d been. Ekdin maa jab bazar se lauti to uski ankho me pani tha, puchhne par unhone kuchh nahi kaha. Mai sham ko jab khelne gaya, to mere dosto ne kaha ke aj chawal bechne wale lala ko meri maa ne bhare bazar me thappad mari hai.Meri umar tab 15 sal, mai kuchh samjha nahi. Wo lala ek 51 sal ka petu, gora, bantha, lalchi bhediya tha. Aur meri maa kismat se pareshan aurat, jo dikhne me kafi khubsurat thee. Rang sawla, patli, lambe bal, mote gal, chhati pe bade bade chuchi. Mujhe shak hua ke kuchh gadbad. Next week, as I was at a nearby supermarket, I happened to notice Sanjana picking some groceries up.I went to her, she quickly recognized me and accepted my help. After billing, we moved out and asked whether she wanted to have coffee. She quickly agreed. I always knew the best conversations were always over coffee and alcohol. We started talking.First, it was just the common topic like her husband liked me and she was sorry for him being too intrusive. I told her I totally get it, he was just.