la saathi haaru i have just finished my second lot..posting it for comments...pahile ko baata nai continue hai..aani kasto chha comment dinu..i ll post more..tyo bhanda aagadi pani lekheko chhu..series continue garaun ki nagaraun..any suggestions??? here is continuation of my last one.. ************************************ She was cute (I don't know if she was beautiful, but as a child she was cute), talkative, carefree, and yeah intelligent (She was first in her class), but above all her company was good enough for me. We used to play all sort of things Chor police (only one chor and only one police, and of course I always win), hide and seek, and those bhadakuti(that I didn't like a bit, but there was no option either, it was all give and take). I still remember those hide and seeks. Once I hid into my room's almirah, where I knew she would never find me. But next thing I knew was I was locked inside. Dark and helpless, I didn't know what else to do. But I was rather reluctant to call for help; at least I didn't want to become the seeker. But after about half an hour I felt scared to death. Temperature growing and suffocating inside, I knocked hard on the almirah door. Moments later she came into the room. "I got u", She shouted, without coming near being afraid of that dhyappa. "HELL YA, but I' m locked inside", I cried frustratingly. "Wait a moment, I'll open it" She tried unsuccessfully. "I think I m gonna die here inside." I urged the urgency. "No, you won't, who else gonna marry me??" She said innocently, starting sobbing. She tried once again, but infuriated and frustrated with failure, she began crying. I myself was helpless inside, tears flowing down my cheeks, I didn't know the way out. I started weeping too. I just remember to that point. May that be a sheer luck, but my mom returned from market as she has forgotten to take enough money. Seeing her crying outside the almirah, she at once opened the door. White and pale, I was there, unconscious. I was rushed immediately to the hospital, where I regained my consciousness. As the matter was not that serious, I was admitted for a night for observation and was back home next day. She was sitting there on stairs, eyes red and swollen with all night crying, pale than when I was unconscious, waiting to see me back and alive. As soon as I reached the gate (I was walking, with zeal to show my parents how tough I am), she ran towards me and more than that she hugged me in front of everyone. "Oh My GOD" Heart pounded blood into my head, numb and red faced with shame I stood there watching all around me laughing. But she was still hugging caring less for laughter, she was so happy to not let me go away again. I tried to get free from her grip and as soon I succeeded, I ran toward my room, furious and embarrassed of her hugging. I didn't spoke to her for next 10 or maybe 15 days. ************************************