Tower Bridge glows inthe middle distance as ever. The history flows past as I march resolutely on, and then in front of me…ametal barrier, plain and... simple, the kind that picks out a building site orsome sort of works. Before it, a yellow sign, diverting pedestrians to theright. It looks as if they are re-paving Dark House Walk. The set of stepsdown to the pathway along the river is barred and the path winds down a gentleslope, around to the imposing edifice. It basks in the glow of the yellow. We ironically met in a famous bookstore known to all. I would go in after work and drink coffee and read some of the best sellers. She would always be sitting there when I arrived and somehow managed to always sit near me. We struck up a few short conversations and then before you knew it, we were sitting at the same table. I work as a counselor for these types of marriages. She must have felt comfortable enough with me to be asking if the failure was her fault. I explained that in all. Fir mai dhire dhire nichey gaya aur unki chut tak pohoch gaya, bdi hin nachi khusboo aa ri thi mai unki chut ko chatne lagaa bilkul chikani thi us ne mera sir pakad k dabane lagi or boli eshan uuuuf tum or tumhari jeeb to meri jaan hi le legi or vo tadpne lagi uuumm uumm yes honey ohhh jaan us k muhu se aavaj aane lagi mai us ki chut chat ta raha, mandira ne apna haath mera sar pe rakha aur dabane lagi aur boli bas eshan bas mai pagal ho jaungi ab apna land dal bhi do.Mujhe us ki chut chate. Crowds thronged the city streets cheering as the Riflemen made their way to the Palace. The men dismounted and, while grooms tended to their horses, set about cleaning themselves up from the dusty ride. Peshawar directed David and Susan to a room where the Prince, resplendent in full Maharaja regalia, waited with Ashar Khan and, David surmised, what could only be the Prince’s children. The eldest, who must have been Yasmin, rushed to Susan to hug her and admire the ring she wore. The Prince.