hey frens have written my third sequel to it..and posting it for comments...can anyone suggest me what u have liked so far in my writings and what u didn't...i really value ur comments.. hey hey ruina aani i was also kiddin hai..wink wink..;-).....thanks for ur appreciation... malai tonic ko kaam garyo...I m real refreshed and tandurusta to work on with my story. Now here is continuation of the story from the last one posted...enjoy and yeah comment: ************************************ There was a mandir near where we lived. Situated on top of a small hill, surrounded by forests, with a long staircase to get to the top, but the beauty, peace and serenity of that mandir was so much that the reward worth the hard work. I could see my school from there, see the Bishnumati flowing alongside (it wasn't that dirty those days); It was really fascinating and was one of my favorite hideouts. Hiking was one of my passions those days (still is but not to go to work with all those bandhs now a day), and instead of taking the stairs built for going up I had made my own way up through the jungle. I used to call it "adventure trekking" and would climb upwards through the bushes and the slippery route. I would fall and had scratches all over my hands and face but I was too adamant to take the main route. I used to go there frequently when I wouldn't be playing with her. And to run away from her after such an embarrassing incident I went there whenever I was free. It was Saturday, I think, not sure but it was holiday and I was free. With no friends I would like to hang out around, I went to my heaven on earth. I used my usual way up, not taking the main trail. With help of my previous practices and a little hard effort I was at top of the hill, and was proud of myself of victory over that little hill. As usual I went to the spot where I usually rest after my victory. There was a little sattal next to the mandir. A stair led to the rooftop of that sattal. I was lying over on the rooftop, tired of the climb. She came out of nowhere, dirty as me, scratches on her hands and face. I knew at once she had been following me. I just ignored her even after she came to sit next to me. I was there, silent, staring at the sky. She was silent too for moment just sitting next to me. "Risayeko (angry)???" She opened conversation. I remained silent. "Maile k garen (what did I do)???" She asked as if she had done nothing. I still remain adamant. "Ma sanga zindagibhari katti ho??(Won't you ever talk with me???)" She looked sad. "No, I am happy, ok, now shut up? And don't talk with me. And for god's sake leave me alone." I replied furiously. All of sudden, there were tears in her eyes. I wouldn't have cared but she wasn't leaving the place, tears began flowing down her cheeks. She looked cute with those tears flowing from hazel eyes down her white cheeks. She stayed there afraid that I would leave her again. I would have been adamant in talking to her but my heart told me to speak. "Hatterika, kyaa royirakhchha bhane, ma risayeko chhaina k!( O my gosh, you are always crying, okay, I m not angry!!" I told her so she would stop crying. A smile sparkled on her face. I would never forget that smile. Tears flowing down the cheek and still smiling, that face held a magical charm. But I confess I really liked her see crying. She was so cute. And hence the spell of katti was broken. We were once again friends and she was only one who knew about my top secret hideouts. ************************************