Three of them were there for the same reason as me. Three had been left in the ashram for the cure of some incurable disease of a loved one in the fam...ly, but the case of Meena, the seventh one was the strangest. She was there for a disease, which the doctors could easily cure and she had been in the ashram since four years.Curious I asked her, 'Meena didi (elder sister) how come you are here?''My fate has brought me here' she said dejectedly.'This is true for all of us but please tell me about. It was a couple of days before I was able to hold my grandson and bask in my new found glory. It might turn out to be a chimera when all was said and done, but for this moment in time, I was on top of the world.The mom and baby had come home in two days not the usual one. That was a benefit of having a powerful father like Owen. The good thing in that was that Owen did seem genuinely glad that I had gotten my name honored before he did. I kinda found myself trying to make him feel good, or at. The hair, the posture of her body, it was just my mother,” I thought. But I could not stop trusting my devastated mother either.Kunal broke the kiss with my mother, and with a devilish grin, tried to rip open the buttons of her shirt, managing to break the top three buttons. The screen for a second showed my mother’s cleavage, that had just been forced out of her shirt.I gasped. It was the first time I had seen my mother’s cleavage. I could not believe I had seen it alongside at-least another. Shemight have changed her number, or even blocked Marcia from her accountaltogether, deflecting her messages into space. Marcia's offers of loveand support might have been bounced off a distant satellite. They mightstill be traveling through the stars, adrift beyond the Milky Way,traversing empty infinite stretches of blackness. Marcia could imagineone day, thousands of light-years from now, when her messages might bedecoded as meaningless clicks by an advanced race of alien beings.She felt as.