Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. Main Rajasthan se belong karti hu. Main married hu aur Mumbai mein rehti hu. Rang gora aur figure 34-28-36. Ye story us waqt ki hai jab meri shadi nahi hui thi.Shadi se pehle mere boyfriends the aur maine unke saath bohut kuch kiya bhi tha. Lekin ye kahani unke baare mein nahi hai. Ye ghatna meri shadi se 2 mahine pehle ki hai.Main Navi Mumbai mein apni college-friend Shruti ke sath rehti thi. Uski bhi Mumbai mein hi job thi. Hum ache dost the aur ek dusre se lagbhag saari baatein share karte. I had reverted to wearing wedges because they were so much easier on my feet. I was in my second favorite sun dress—a new yellow floral print one that was particularly short—with my back to the door. I heard a man’s footsteps as he walked down the hall to the room. Without even thinking, I bent over at the waist. Far over, almost touching my toes. My dress rode up my legs a little before tightening itself around my ass. I held it as the man entered the room. With my head between my knees.Read More
