.Suresh uncle humaare ghar ko bahut aate the aur wo humaara family friend ban gaya tha aur uske family members bhi aate the..Hum dono family picnic pe...aur tour pe jhate the..Suresh uncle ke wife housewife thi aur bahut boli thi..Mere dad ko suresh uncle pr bahut barosa he,uncle agar mom se akele ek room me baat kiya to bhi mere dad kuch nhi bolte the..Isi waqt mere dad ko typhoid bhimari ki waja se hospital me admit hogaye..Mere dad ko sirf meri mom hi dekhti thi kyu ki me exams me bahut busy. " Robert Peter looked curious at that, raising a thin eyebrow, took the letter and popped it open with his thumb. He took out and unfolded a pair of eyeglasses and stood there under a ring of candles in his front hall and read one side and then the other and then went back and read the first side again."Preposterous," he said, taking off his glasses. And snorting, a very odd sound."Sir?" Alexander Beall said."Outrageous," Peter said, putting his glasses away."Yes sir," Beall said, "but will you. “Aren’t all the city leaders usually among the wealthy?” I asked him.“I’m one of the city leaders because I have common sense. No amount of money will do me any good if I’m dead or a slave. My freedom and that of my wife and children is worth more to me than my money and possessions.”“I should warn you, even if you surrender, all single women will be taken as slaves,” I told him. It was only fair.“I know,” he sighed. “The soldiers that you let speak with us, warned us. They also told us that. “Um…I am thinking of getting a job.” Pramila introduced this idea slowly.“Why all of a sudden? Did something happen? Do you need money for something?” he asked.“Nothing specific. Just that our financial condition is not that good while all the daily items including raw material for food are getting more expensive day by day. Also, I do nothing staying home, I might as well do something useful and contribute to our earnings.” Pramila tried to justify her idea.“I don’t…but why?…okay.” Rajesh.