Suri ke kandhdhe vale balo ko chus rahi ti , kabhi unke bagal ke bloko chus rahi thi ,or apne dono hatho se mr.suri ki balo bhari pith ko sahelati don...o hath ferti or kas ke unka pura sharir apne upar dabati ,kavita ko us waqt vo sub kuchh bahot hasin lag rahatha , or idhar mr.suri kavita ki chut me apna pura land ghusa chuke the ,sochiye 89 kilo wala mota aadmi jab chodega to kiya hoga yakine maniye mr.suri ke halke dhakke se pura palng halraha tah jab ki majbut hone k bavjud usme se aawaz. “God, when you say it like that…” “No, I mean, it’s like nothing really touches you. That’s beautiful.” “My life’s nothing special,” she says softly, a little bit of darkness suddenly coming over her.A old man with a saturnine manner passes us on the sidewalk. He is quite tall and wears a black hat typical of Hasidic men who live in this area. I don’t know what the hats are called. With him is a small, very scruffy white dog that walks with a heavy limp. “Hey, Mr. Bierbrier, hey Peanut,”. An hour ago I would have run you down if you were crossing the street in front of me. You have turned my life into a living nightmare."Now I think you may be my only hope. May I come up?"He buzzed her in. He remembered her from the office parties; a tall, stately, beautiful Reubenesque woman. Quite a contrast to the small, slender Roland Morrison. But it was obvious then that they were a couple who were still very much in love after many years together.Now she was disheveled, her hair flying. People do that all the time, dear. They see something wrong, and they don't do anything. Because they doubt themselves. They'll see the second woman leaving in the yellow dress, and they'll make excuses. Because they aren't sure. You never could believe what you can make people accept if everyone around them is treating something as normal. But now you have to. Just trust me. Just believe in me." Valera hugged her friend again. She stood. It wasn't easy, but she could walk. She let her.