The bus stopped. Desiporn I asked her for her name. As the bus picked up speed, I looked out of the window. There is a natural excuse to hold hands while walking along a beach but no reason to hold hands in a bus unless you are a couple, or kids or oldies. It was a beautiful afternoon. It was my handkerchief with Tejeswini’s mobile number and lip marks. I felt the sensation on my stomach. I could still hear her voice ringing in my ears. “Pizza is not a fast food; it takes half an hour to cook.” I was quiet. I’m from the mountains; I’m not used to any beaches, let alone Australian beaches and Chinese food but, I’m well on my way to experiment his theory. There is pleasure in three
