East indian Stories

The following day, Thursday, was a typical day at work. Milan and I texted several times and made plans for Friday night. She explained that she would be busy Saturday night with her family as it was her mother’s birthday, and on Sunday she would be at the Temple most of the day again. Friday morning, we talked on the phone as we both drove to work. We made plans for dinner downtown but did not select a restaurant. Milan...

Milan called about 3:30 pm as she left the temple. “What can I bring for dinner? I’m on my way to the store, and then I’ll be over in less than an hour.” “I have everything we need for dinner,” I told her. “But stop at home and get your swimsuit. I’m poolside now.” We chatted some more as she drove home, and within forty minutes, Milan was coming through the living room French doors out to the pool. As I looked up, my jaw...

It seemed like another boring business mixer that is held every quarter. But there I was, religiously, quarter after quarter, to mingle with others in the building industry. As I walked down the hotel hallway, I saw the easel that announced tonight’s presentation was going to be from a woman who would speak on green energy and integrating it into new construction buildings. I stopped when I saw the speaker’s photo. Her na...