by Neil Singh

Created on: September 03, 2009   Last Updated: September 04, 2009

The Destroyer of All Evil

We called him Dusty. He was my favorite of the clan. It was a large, tight knit group we had. The eldest of three Indian brothers, my dad, met a charming young woman, my mom, in Boston. He married her more for convenience than true love, though there was plenty of passion, and it didn't work out. While my parents and younger maternal aunt, my stepmother, were visiting India my father fell for the younger sister. Unbeknownst to my father, my mother had fallen for his youngest brother, a gentleman much closer to her then age. The split was amiable, and, in fact, my father's middle brother married my mother's middle sister when they met at Niagara Falls one year. We all lived in the same cul de sac, in three large mansionesque homes, all thirteen to seventeen (depending on when the grandparents come for their extended stays) of us.

Out of all these people, Dusty, the second son of Uncle Jash, the middle uncle, and his wife, Aunt Greta (the most awesome woman in the world) was then and always will be, my favorite relative. He was a cool unassuming kind of guy. He was good about being respectful and maintaining his boundaries amiably. He was smart as hell too. This kid turned out to be one of the most well respected surgeons in the country. He started four hospitals, ran them successfully and turned the operations to a non-profit organization run by his eldest. Then he started his private hospital. It had all the latest technologies, and a select group of patients to fund one of the premier cancer research facilities in the world. A few times a year he would have Arabs, strictly because how well they paid. He hated dedicating so hospital resources to such minor procedures but damn it they paid so well. The greater good.

He was a good father and husband, a good friend. He exercised regularly and ate well.

He married for looks and got away with it. He met her on the first stop in Brazil while on a two-week trip through South America. She was a free spirit with no significant ties to the life she maintained so she accompanied him throughout the remainder of the glamorous vacation. During that time the two became convinced that they would be together forever, and wed on a beach in Greece.

Her name is Angelina. She is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on personally. Her skin is flawless and tan. Her body is curvaceous, ample. Her hair is wild and curly, but always stunning. She has amazing fashion sense, always occasion appropriate. Her

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