Pati ka hona na hona to barabar hi tha. ek din raat ko apne pati ke dost Raji ke sath bajar gyi. Mera pati ghr par hi tha par usne bahut pee rakhi thi... aur mein bajar khana lene gayi thi. pee to meine bhi rakhi thai aur Raji nei bhi. Meine ek t-shirt aur capari pahan rakhi thi. t-shirt mei mere bade bade mamme aur bhi ade lagte hai wahi panty to mein pahanti hi nhi hu. Upar se capari thodi dhilli thi ghar par daru peete peete meine apni capari mei hath daal kar Kaafi der tak apni choot ko. That night. We swapped numbers and email addresses and home addresses and every other snippet of contact details we had with each other. We may have been on different sides of the pond but that wasn’t going to stop us. Sean and I spoke everyday. We gradually became the best of friends. We would talk to each other whenever we could and it was amazing. The only thing that worried me was the fear that we were going to far into the friend zone to come back. It had been four years since Sean’s. And according to CNN, the recession has hit the African-American, Latino and Asian communities worse than the Caucasians. And in some ways they’re right, but they’re also completely wrong. When I hear talk of White men and White women jumping off roofs because they can no longer afford to vacation in Aspen and Cancun, I shake my head and marvel at how stupid and short-sighted they are. I’ve never heard of a Black man or Black woman committing suicide because they got no money. We’re stronger. -=*=- Margie woke me up about an hour later to let me know that guests had started arriving for the party. I was still terribly drowsy and said that I needed just a few more minutes sleep. She finished dressing and kissed me on the cheek, saying that I could sleep awhile longer. What seemed like only two or three minutes later, I heard the door open and I rolled over expecting to hear her telling me my time was up. I hadn’t bothered with holding the robe closed since I figured it was.