‘Chawl’ ka matlab toh jaante hi hoge naa?Aasan shabdon mein, chote saste ghar. Aur jaankari ke liye Google kar lena, lekin baadme. Mera naam hai D...epak Mishra. Yaad rakhna yeh naam jab aap meri kahaniyan dusro ko bataoge. Main chahta hoon ki aap log humare chawl ke baare mein jaane.Dopahar ka time hai. Shurvaat karta hoon main ek pari se. Chawl ki sabse sundar ladki jisne mera dil churaya hai. Khule aasmaan jaisi neele ankhe, nadi tak behte hue lambe ghane kaale baal. Mulayam gore gaal aur unme. We are brave protectors of humans and their property.’ Our mother licks us each lovingly. We are mesmerized by her message as she continues. ‘You will soon be old enough to leave our little den and go out into the world. It will now be your job to pick the best human for your needs. They live in the illusion that they take care of us. But that is not true. It is us who take care of them.’ Our mother looks at each of us. I feel these words are hard for here to say as there is a sadness in her. The process was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting,soft leather boots made the same way, like the mittens; soft bootsor something, Linda remembered. Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forwardand ran them over the stainless steel that looped around in front of Linda's feet and hands, from one steel rod on one side to the other rodon the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight andbuckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's Palms and thebottom of. He demanded she “take care” of it, refusing to support another man’s child; Bianca declined. She wouldn’t even tell him who the father was. So the divorce was underway, and without anywhere else to turn, Bianca moved in with her daughter Becca, and the son-in-law that had helped to cause the mess in the first place. Still, Bianca kept his secret, and even the pregnancy that resulted from the simple mistake would become a wonderful gift.Becca had wanted a second child, but due to the.