John (now Jyoti) went to his house. He walked as he remembered, although now everything seemed strange. The streets were the same, but the signs were in another strange language and people spoke incomprehensibly.<br />He was annoyed by the straps of his bra, he constantly corrected them, and his hair climbed into his eyes. He was in a state of shock, but he tried to think. On the way, he realized that desires would be fulfilled only if he understood them.<br />When he reached the house, he stopped. It was not like his home in which he lived with his parents. It was like a hostel. Suddenly he shook his back and touched his shoulder; he started and looked around and saw a woman.<br />- Jyoti! You have already returned from work! Well, great, I have so much to tell you! (speak Hindi)<br />John (Jyoti) followed her into the room.<br />All the way she told different things that he was not interested. In the room he finally saw the mirror.<br />"Oh God, what should I do !?" - John thought, but continued to smile, holding his sari in his hands (see part 1).<br />- How I envy you! You do not have kids! Your family has money to stay here some more! And today I have to fly home, and you stay here! Besides, I won't get airplanes! - Said his neighbor.<br />John made a surprised look and wanted to scream to stop her, but she continued:<br />- I would like to stay here and not fly this long flight! I would like not to be so poor and be free from children and husband.<br />John did not have time to shut her mouth. Flash. Changing the situation Fresh air blew it. The children shouted on the street - "Mom, Mom, look here" - referring to him. He stood and wanted to cry. He was in India. His name is Jyoti Thakur. He has two children. He is poor.<br /><br />If you want see a continue and support me: <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>