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As I pulled my lips away from her, she caressed my cheek and said “OK, you better eat the food when its hot beta; let me serve it for you.”She got busy getting the plates from the kitchen and laying out the food on the dining table. As I ate, she sat at the adjacent chair and watched me, resting her face on her hands, the elbows on the table, a nice smile on her face.After I finished my dinner, she cleared the table, and began to pack the containers back into the tiffin carrier. I settled down on the couch. After washing the dishes, she came back into the living room, wiping her hands on the pallu of her saree.Seeing her, I said “Sit for a while with me aunty...” patting the seat next to me.She obliged with a smile, and sat down to my left.“The food was delicious aunty ... thank you...” I said with a smile.“Oh beta, don’t embarrass me by saying thank you...” she replied. “Is there anything else you need beta...” she asked me gently.“Yes aunty, if you are not in a hurry to leave, I’d. You’re the Buddha.’ With that, he walked out of the party and got into his gold GM. He was drunk but he was also very intelligent. He drove slowly and paid careful attention to the road. The road was windy and dark. Steve was thinking about the Bhudda and what it would have been like to meet him. And then, another Gold GM came around the corner and veered into Steve’s lane. Even with his dulled reflexes, he managed to swerve and miss the car but he hit the wall to his right and his car flipped. He wasn’t wearing his seat belt and he fell out of his roofless car and then the steel landed on him, crushing that beautiful lower body that had won so many races. Pinned beneath the Gold GM, he struggled furiously to escape. The other car sped off into the night unhurt. Of all the things that happen under the sun, there is perhaps nothing so glorious as the death of a hero. Steve bit and gouged the metal wreck that held him down. He spit on it. ‘Are you the Buddha, I’m the Buddha!’ he.
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