Then the LORD God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him."
but for the man there was not found a helper fit for him
Then the man said, "This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man."
Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and cleaves to his wife, and they become one flesh
And so... the rib was dutifully returned, after a week-long stay in the mother’s place..So, God still ?loves me.. because it was he who told the above words..he he..
And I had to pick up clothes, papers, pen caps, coffee mugs... and stash them in a jiffy..before the bone of my bone got down from the car...
All the while I was at the service of various hotels of our place.. somber, alone, and irregular..Tonight too dinner in a hotel..but along with my helper...No jealousy please...to put in proper tamil phrase.. it was my tongue died period..( naakku seththu pochu).. Dont think otherwise...
May be we can top it up with a movie.. Only problem is I don't watch Pirates of carribean and she doesn't watch Azhagarsamiyin kuthirai..its ok we can watch nigella feasts together..
God, from which rib did you re-make??