Being a red blooded American boy I needed a girlfriend, Jane would have been my first choice but we were such good friends we talked and agreed it wou...ld have been a risk to try going out, Erica was feeling out high school at that point, into all the after school clubs and wasn’t into dating at that time but she suggested I ask Sally who, truth be told, seemed to need to have a boyfriend to be happy. Well as sophomores Sally and I dated for a while until she started seeing a senior, from the. We finished our love making session and slept for a while and we wanted to go out for partying so we left in the evening and I was wearing a jean and a t-shirt with no inners and she was just wearing a midi which was covering till her thigh and It was a sleeveless and she put on no inners and we reached the pub and she ordered her drink and some smoke soon I felt she was getting high and reached the dance floor and the people there were staring at us and we were dancing soon some drunk guys. Since then, and it must have been noon by now, though the position of the sun could not be seen through the roof of the dense foliage above us, our boat drove through ever smaller and more meandering side arms and tributaries, following a course that only the two silent Indios could fathom. They sat together at the stern, dark-skinned and black-haired, small but strong, wearing only loin clothes, one of them steering the boat by the handle of its outboard engine, the other one with half-closed. I prepared my mind to act normal and cool with her to avoid any kind of awkward situations or problems. The day has finally come. She called me from Hyderabad airport to tell that she will be reaching in two hours to Chennai airport.I got ready and started from my place. The flight arrived at 7 pm. It’s been almost 4 years seeing her. I was thinking about how she might be and was looking for her. After some time a woman came to me and asked, “Arjun?”Me: Yes, Shreya aunty?We smiled and greeted.