There came a govt. bus, it was packed as usual but I managed to get on it. After few stoppages, I could get some space to stand only. I was standing h...opelessly and suddenly sensed a touch of soft hand on my back. I looked back the same lady was seating there and offering me her seat, but I did not accept her request as she had to stand then. After a while she dropped at her place and I got to sit on that seat. She emptied her seat just before her station. This time I could see her figure though. But uska mann tha ek baar daru pine ka menn tha so maine bola wo bhi pura kar denge . Us din hum mere room pe chale gaye and daru pee. Fir aise hi baten kar rahe the to usne kaha tum gf kyun nai banate itne cute to ho . Maine kaha ki mujhe ladkiyon se is bare mein baat karne men darr lagta hai . Wo hamesha kehti thi aap bahut bhole ho .Bt fir bhi usne kaha mujhe garmi lag rahi hai to maine apni shirt offer ki and use kaha bath room mein jake change kar lo. But wo to samne hi change karne lab. ‘You want it?’ she says, offering it to me. I decline gracefully, wave her hand away. ‘You have it,’ I tell her. ‘We’ll share it,’ she says. She takes a big bite and I watch as a flake of dark chocolate balances briefly on her lower lip. She delicately rescues it with a fingertip, sliding it onto her tongue. It’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And then she levers herself out of her corner of the couch and she’s kneeling next to me. The half-eaten biscuit hovers between us like a new. The Angel and her father both offered to come to the funeral, but I requested that they stay home in Boston. After twenty years of searching for her, I could at last put her to rest, and I hoped that this final belated comfort for her remains would bring both of our spirits to rest. I sat by the grave a very long time and watched the cemetery crew fill the holes with dirt.I buried both of the women next to their husband, my stepfather. One on either side of him. The plots were empty and I.