"Then tell me who is she?" I asked, this time calmly hoping that it'd work, the trick.

"She is......"

Darn shit! Is she going to continue playing with my brain all through? Why is she staring at me like she's scared to tell me who she is? I kept drumming my fingers on my lap, waiting impatiently for her answer.

"Let's forget about it, it is time for my meditation.... Go and think of who she could be and come back later when you have a reasonable answer."

What the....! Will she walk out on me because of her usel.... I shouldn't view it useless but why doesn't she want...