As we both get down from the car. I saw there was a lot of activity going on charity. I asked one of the guys around the place why there was so much activity. I understand that some VIP are visiting the place very soon.

I told her, "Anjali, I don't think we can meet anybody here. Some functions are happening soon. So it is better we give the clothes to someone here."

"OK, Ram, uncle,"

We both took the bag of clothes from her car and gave it to a person who was there. After that we decided to return the place we started. We both continued our general talking inside her car.

"Uncle, where are you staying?" she asked.

I told her the name of the place where I am staying. I know it was not a place where a girl like her would visit.

"Ic.. but I meant, where are you staying? Do you have any home or room to stay in? "

"Hmmm. No. Anjali, I don't have a room or home."

She looked at me with a confused stare. "So, are you sleeping outside or any place like that?."

"No, Anjali, I have a small place where I stay. It is a container outside of the place."

"You are staying inside a container?" She asked me with a saddened face.

"But Ram uncle, how can you stay there? It is not good for your health."

I replied back "Don't worry, I am fine with that. It is a luxury to me. It is warm, silent, outside of all these hustles and noises. It is a very peaceful area with no around. I am happy with that."

We were silent for some time, and then I asked her.

"So, what about you?"

She told me about the place where she is staying with her family.

"Okay, so what your fiancee is doing?"

"He is working in an IT company."

"Hmm.. so when your marriage is planned?"

"After 2 months."

I nodded to her, and by the time we reached the place where we started our trip.

I got down from her car, and she told me.

"OK, Ram uncle, we will meet tomorrow after my college."

I smiled at her and replied back "Okay, Anjali, we will meet again. Take care always."

She smiled at me and said, "Thank you, uncle, for helping me to give the clothes, and I will bring some special food tomorrow for you."

I waved my hand at her, and we decided to move to our different places before anyone noticed our interaction.

The next day, as usual, she brought to me the food like always. I took the food from her and holded with me.

When she found I was not taking food. She asked me,

"What happened, uncle?  Are you okay? Are you not taking food today?"

"I am fine dear, I will take it later,"

We chatted for some time and then she suddenly asked me.

"Uncle, tell me what you will do when you are not doing anything?"

"Hmm.. nothing special, mostly I rest. Some time, I would go to a loney place, hidden place  where I would just and have peace of mind from all these hustles and sound, " i replied to her.

"That sounds nice, I wish I could have a place like that. It is always very noisy around here."

"Yeah, it is good to have a silent place and just think without much things in your mind. You will feel very calm inside and would enjoy it very much and it holds some special memories of my young times."

"Is it very nearby?"

"Hmm. Not very far, but still need to walk some time. It is a place where not many people visit and almost it is empty always."

"That's really great, uncle." She said.

I looked at her and then asked, "Dear, do you want to see it?"

"Yes, uncle, i would love to see it if that is okay with you."

"Yes, I can show you that as long you keep this between us and keep silent about place. I don't want my peace of mind to be disturbed. " I said to her, smiling.

She smiled and told me back "Don't worry, uncle, this will be secret, and I will keep silent of this place."

She was very much excited to see the place I explained to her.

"Okay, let's go now," saying that I got up and we both walked towards her car to show the hidden spot.

Anjali parks the car in a nearby alley, and we both get out. She follows me closely, her curiosity piqued by the mention of a hidden spot with special memories. I lead her through a maze of narrow streets and alleyways, the air thick with the smells of spices and the distant chatter of street vendors. The area is untouched by the modernization that has swept through other parts of the city, maintaining an old-world charm that is fast disappearing. We eventually arrive at a small, overgrown courtyard tucked between ancient buildings, a reminder of a time when the city was less hectic. A large, old tree stands in the centre, its branches reaching out like the arms of a protective guardian. I gesture to the tree, and Anjali's eyes widen as she takes in the sight.

"Wow.. uncle. This is so beautiful."

"Yeah, dear, it is very beautiful. That is why I visit here always when I get time."

She nodded, accepting my words, and as we walked further, I continued, " I also have a lot of memories with this place. I used to spend so much time here with my friend when I was young."

I showed her the tree which I used to sit and spend time. I begin to share the story of how I used to sit under this very tree with my friends during our youth, sharing dreams and laughter, before the harshness of the city took over.

I suggest to Anjali that we both sit under the tree and share the food she has brought to me. She agrees with a nod and a smile, and I find a relatively clean spot to sit down on the ground.

We unwrap the food package, revealing a feast of flavorful vegetable biryani and a side of raita. I offer her some, but she kindly declines, saying she's already eaten. Instead, she watches as I begin to eat, her gaze filled with a mix of contentment and curiosity about my life. The courtyard is a peaceful oasis amidst the cacophony of the city, the shade from the old tree offering respite from the harsh sun.

As I eat, we continue to share stories with each other, the warmth of the meal, and the companionship of newfound friends, creating a bubble of comfort in the midst of the urban jungle.

As the day went, we decided to move back to daily life. I told anjali that she is a very nice person and wishes to see her again if she permits.

Anjali nods in understanding as my expressions of desire to see her again.

She says, "I'd like that too, Uncle. It's not often I get to speak to someone who has seen so much of life." She smiles warmly at me.

I finished my meal under the shade of the old tree, sharing more stories and laughter. As we get up to leave,

Anjali suggests that she could bring some more food for me tomorrow if she's not too busy with her studies. She reminds me to stay safe and warm in the nights ahead, and with a wave of her hand, she gets into her car and drives off, leaving me with the echo of her engine fading into the city's din. I watch her car until it's out of sight, feeling a mix of comfort and the strange, unshakeable bond that has formed between the two of us.

Anjali's presence brings a sense of comfort and companionship to my daily routines.

We meet every day, and our friendship evolves, and our bond deepens. We both started to talk about our lives and share everything, emphasizing the importance of our friendship amidst our individual struggles.

Anjali arrives the every day as promised, her blue sedan a beacon of familiarity in the ever-changing streets. She carries another package of food, a testament to her consistent kindness. The two of us make our way to the hidden courtyard with the old tree, a place that now holds a special significance for both of us. We both sit under the protective canopy of its branches, the shade offering relief from the unforgiving sun. The aroma of the food she's brought fills the air as I unwrap the parcel. It's a simple meal, but the care with which it's been prepared is evident. I start to eat, savouring each bite as we continue to share stories from our lives. The sounds of the city seem to fade away as we immerse ourselves in conversation, creating a temporary sanctuary of companionship amidst the chaos of Mumbai.

One day, when she visited me as usual and then she asked me. 

"Good evening uncle, I have some dress in my car which i dont use. I thought i would give it to the charity. Can we go to  the same place and donate, uncle." She replied to me.

I agreed to her proposal and we decided to go there.

She was wearing a T-shirt and tight pants. Her alluring look was difficult to avoid for my eyes. But at the  same tim,  I don't want to make her feel like I am a creepy person. I don't want to lose the companionship and connection that we made until now.

Anjali approached me, a bag of clothes in hand, ready to donate them to the charity I suggested. She opens the trunk of her car, and together,  we both grab the bag and head towards the charity.

The narrow streets are crowded, but she seems unfazed by the chaos, her eyes focused on the destination. As we walk, the vibrantcolourss of her t-shirt and tight pants catch the eye o the  passersby, making me aware of the stark contrast between her youthful vitality and my worn-out attire. I struggle to keep my gaze from lingering too long on her alluring figure, not wanting to betray the purity of our friendship or make her feel uncomfortable. She seems oblivious to my internal conflict, chattering away about her college life and the latest Bollywood gossip, her words a gentle stream of normalcy in the harsh urban landscape.

We visited the charity again and handed over the dress she brought for donation. She was walking slightly in front of me while we were returning to the car.

I could see my slowly drifting to her body views despite my conflict inside my mind not to do it. Her pants were very tight,  highlighting the round curves of her buttocks and hert-shirt showing roundness of her breasts, jiggling slightly as she was walking toward the  car.

She continued to me without noticing  my predicament . As she started the car, she said to me.

"Uncle, today I want to see some other places  where you go."

I ponder the possibility of suggesting she joins me in my evening ritual of watching the sunset over the Mumbai skyline, sharing the simple beauty that I've found in my harsh environment.

I gather the courage to invite Anjali to my evening ritual of watching the sunset over the Mumbai skyline.

"Okay dear, then we can go to a place where I watch sunset."I explain how, despite the hardships of my life, this simple moment of beauty has become a source of solace for me.

She looks at me with genuine interest, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun.

"That sounds lovely, Uncle. I'd love to join you," she says with a gentle smile.

We both agreed to visit my usual spot of sunset,  and she started driving her car to the place i said. I feel a sense of excitement mingling with the comfort of her company.

As we reached the place, we got down from the car and started to walk through an alley for the beach. We stood in our place to see sunset. She got so mesmerised by the beauty. I stood a little back where my eyes strayed around the roundness and shape of her butt.

As we both stand at my usual sunset spot, the sky begins to paint itself with hues of orange and pink. The buildings that usually cast long shadows of despair now reflect the warm glow of the setting sun, giving the city a brief moment of tranquil beauty. Anjali stands next to me, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the panorama before her. She hasn't noticed my gaze lingering on her, as she's lost in the spectacle of the sunset. I stand a little behind her, giving her space to enjoy the moment. The air is filled with the faint aroma of street food, mingling with the salty scent of the distant sea. The cacophony of the city fades into the background as the light dims, replaced by the distant calls of street children playing and the occasional bark of a stray dog. The scene unfolds like a painting, a stark contrast to the harsh realities we both face.

My eyes continued to roam around her round shaped back, and as I stood slightly behind, Anjali, admiring the sunset, I found it difficult to tear my gaze away from her silhouette. Her movements shift the fabric of her shirt, revealing the gentle curves of her backside and the outline of her full breasts.

Her beauty stands out starkly against the backdrop of the fading day, a stark contrast to the roughness of my own life. I notice that her posture relaxes as she leans slightly against the railing, seemingly lost in thought as she watches the sun dip below the horizon. A few strands of her hair catch the last rays, glowing like golden threads in the light. Her presence beside me feels surreal, a beacon of warmth in the cold, hard world I inhabit.

As i continued to linger my gaze at her well shaped buttocks and round breasts, I felt that I needed some distraction before she noticed my lingering on her. So suddenly i asked her.

"Dear, tell me about your aspirations and fear. What are you worried about in your life?"

Anjali turns to face me, her expression a mix of surprise and openness. She seems touched by my genuine interest in her life.

"My aspirations?" she repeats, considering your question. "Well, I want to become a doctor. I want to help people like my grandmother did in our village before she passed away. And my fears? I suppose it's the same as everyone else's - failing my exams, disappointing my parents, the usual."

She pauses, looking down at the ground before continuing, "But mostly, I'm scared of getting lost in this big city. Of forgetting who I am." She looks up, her eyes searching mine, as if hoping you understand the gravity of her words.

I nodded at her words and understanding her worries, I reassure Anjali, telling her not to worry too much about the future and that everything will fall into place as time goes on, because she is such a kind person.

Her expression relaxes, and she smiles gratefully. "Thank you, Uncle," she says, her voice a little softer. "You always know what to say to make me feel better." She takes a deep breath, her eyes returning to the vivid display of the sunset. "I really enjoy talking to you and spending time with you."

I smiled at her words and told her, "I also enjoy talking with you very much."

Anjali nods, visibly comforted by my words. She takes a moment to absorb my assurance before looking back at the vivid colours of the sunset.

"I'm really happy that I met you, Uncle Ram. You've become an important part of my life," she says with a genuine smile. She turns to face me, her eyes filled with warmth and appreciation.

As she faces towards, I couldn't stop looking the beautiful face and her alluring eyes, red lips, wondering what a such a very young beautiful girl her doing with an old 65 year old guy like me.

Anjali seems to notice my lingering gaze, and she blushes slightly, looking away from the sunset and towards me. The moment feels both intimate and slightly awkward, as the silence stretches between us. She gently clears her throat and changes the topic, asking me about my day and how the food from the previous day had been.

I felt that my gazing didn't make her feel uncomfortable as I expected, though she was slightly surprised by my lingering gaze on her. But as we continued, my eyes drifted again around her lips, face, and her breast.

As my eyes continue to roam around Anjali's figure, I find myself focusing on the alluring shape of her breasts beneath her t-shirt. She remains engaged in the conversation, seemingly unaware of my distraction.

I told her that I wanted to see her as much as possible when she could.

The sunset casts a warm light on her features, enhancing her natural beauty. A few pedestrians pass by, glancing at the unusual sight of a young college girl chatting with an old beggar, but they quickly move on, swallowed by the relentless flow of the city. The sounds of the bustling street muffle into the background as we both stand there, sharing the quiet intimacy of the moment.

As Anjali speaks to me, her eyes flicker downward, noticing my gaze lingering on her chest. Her cheeks redden even more, and she self-consciously adjusts her stance. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding to my question about meeting as much.

She nods, smiling slightly, and says, "Yes, I'd like that. We can keep sharing our stories and... and just be there for each other." Her voice falters slightly, hinting at the depth of feeling she's not quite ready to express.

I can see the cityscape reflected in her eyes, a mix of excitement and trepidation at the prospect of continuing this unexpected friendship.

I told her that as society will see us differently, it would be better to have our visit secret and keep between with us.

Anjali nods thoughtfully at my suggestion of keeping our meetings a secret. She understands the potential for misunderstanding or gossip that could arise from an unconventional friendship between a young college student and an elderly beggar. She looks at me with a mix of affection and respect before agreeing.

"You're right, Uncle. Our friendship is special, and I don't want it to cause any problems for either of us." She replied to me.

A silent pact between the two of us to safeguard our bond from prying eyes.

As the sun dips below the skyline, painting the clouds in fiery reds and oranges, we both continue to talk. The conversation flows effortlessly, ranging from our past to her hopes for the future. Anjali shares her dreams of opening a medical clinic in her village, providing care to those who can't afford to travel to the city. Her passion is contagious, making me feel a swell of pride for the young woman she's become and the good she wishes to do in the world. I offer words of encouragement and share stories of my own family's resilience in the face of hardship, hoping to impart some wisdom to guide her on her path.

Anjali nods, her eyes shining with determination as she listens to my encouragement. She thanks me for my kind words and the wisdom I've shared.

As the sunset deepens into twilight, we both decide to part ways, with the promise to meet again the following day.

She gives me a small, warm smile, the kind that reaches her eyes, and says,

"Thank you for everything, Uncle Ram. You've given me strength to keep chasing my dreams."

She turns and walks away,  I watch Anjali walking away, her alluring figure captivating my gaze as I focus on the sway of her hips and the shape of her buttocks. As if sensing my gaze, she suddenly turns around and catches my eyes. A knowing smile plays on her lips, and she gives me a shy wave before continuing on her path.