Hey newuser, thanx for you comments..i higly appreciate that...but as they say from need comes the way to overcome it...there were no other ways at those times to overcome my needs..I and mY another friend sure did have our businees at that time...we sure did sell manycomics to buy our own..but we used to charge more...anmyways i also have put lots of fiction of it..and actually beleive me i personally traded 5 comics for a porn mag at that age....and yeah i didn't told u of this being triangular love story...just wait and see where the story leads...I hope u ll love all this.... here is another part...continuation from above...rest will be posteed soon ************************************ It was now more than two years since I had met her and it was more than a year since I had met Pee. Pee and I were in different sections now, but we would go to school together and return back together. With us being in two different sections, now we had advantage of broader mass of customers. We had customers in most of the sections of out class and we were business genius even in that small age (now I think I should have taken business as my career). With my business on the go and comics we had cheated on dealers, I had made myself a huge collection of Nagraaj and Super Commando Dhruva comics. Pee and I would always dream of being like those heroes. We would compete on drawing those characters, and Pee would always excel in arts. He was a born artist, I was always jealous of his abilities. I was in my wonder years of teen now. Flamboyant, witty, wanting to be macho (which I never became), curios, and everything any teen would be. I had now also a finest ability to irritate anyone; I was one of most irritating person in world. She and I were growing together and together we were developing strange intimacy. Even if we won?t say a word, we would understand what is in another?s mind. We didn?t share much time together now, but whatever we shared were passionate. We would find solace in each other?s company, even if we were sitting silent with each other. Those days, her mother used to cut her hair short,? boy?s cut? they would call that. And irritating I was, I had found finest way to irritate her. I would just have to say ?boy, boy? She would have tears in her eyes. And I would add, ?With look like that, no boys ever gonna love you, faraway be the marriage.? She would burst into tears now. I wouldn?t know the way to stop her from crying, but her mother would always come out of nowhere to scold me. I hated those scolds, but I wouldn?t stop my behavior also. I still remember that day vividly. That day, I was stacking up my collection of comics in my cupboard. She came in. ? Hey, what are you doing? she wanted to talk. ?Aankha chhaina ki k ho, aankha ho ki button?(Don?t you have eyes, Are they eyes or button? )? I started irritating. ?Hoina, I was just asking.? She said innocently. I turned back stacking up my comics. My god, she just had her hair cut, and she just looked like boy. Actually, I always loved her long hair, silky and long black. Long hair always held an attraction to me (may that be on man or woman), and I hated her hair cut like boys. Now I had got to irritate her more. ?Boy, boy? I started. She looked hurt, ? Why do you always have to say that?? ?Because, satya tito hunchha (truth is bitter)?I fired once again. Tears in her eyes, she went out of my room. And not before long, her mother was out to scold me. ?Man Pardaina bhane nabolnu ni mero chhori sanga, sandhai ruaaunu parchha ki k ho?? (If you don?t like don?t talk with my daughter, do you always have to make her cry??)? Her mother scolded. With no elders in my home, I had no fear to reply back. ?Bolnu parekochhaina hamilai. (I don?t need to speak)?I fired arrogantly. ?Nabolnu ni.(Don?t talk then)? She sure was angry and wanted us to be apart. ? I won?t ever.? I made myself arrogantly a promise never to speak again. From that day on, I stopped talking with her. We never spoke with each other again. ************************************