— % & The rain was trickling on the windowpane like the sand in the hourglass placed on his table and the lamp was flickering as if it was a thundering cloud. The roads were as clear as they could be. It was the window of Langham Hotel through which I looked down. But with shock at the spine, I trembled and fell on the bed. Now, my eyes were closed to wake up from a dream which kept coming every night to me like my girl rather say feyonce. The bell rang. "Hello, room no. 102! A lady named Maria has come to visit you. May I send madam up? " I heard the door's knock as if someone was fitting a screw on the other side. But I rose from my uncomfortable cushion and let Maria, enter my room. She sat leisurely on the bed. Meanwhile, I adjusted my fear in cache and then tinned my expressions in my heart. Though it sent a wisp of anxiety to me after a while, again and again. Both, Maria and I met in India when we were mere children. We grew together in India but Maria came back to London to proceed with her further education. It made her alone. So, she requested her father to let me be with her in London. According to her, I'm like a maggi with chappati as I always used to be bland due to fear. But Maria was immensely impressed by my river like conduct. Whereas I found her as the only lady who could value the values. We have mastered our specific field by now and are working like gentlemen and women. But my conduct never changed, respective to my growing age, career, etc.
