I knew it wasn’t healthy but I had to. I sat in front of my computer and stared blankly at the rooftop, waiting for the familiar face to appear. And...when I almost gave up, it happened again.She walked out with a basket full of clothes. I stood up from my seat and edged towards the glass door. She had the same head-wrap, maroon in color. She wore a black gown that fell down to her ankle and equally gulping her shape in all glory. She was light, with a golden brown, sun-kissed complexion.She had. Mummy aur dadaji wahan nahi the.Main dar gaya ki kahin dadaji for se meri mummy ko chodne ke liye apne ghar toh nahi leke chale gaye. Lekin mujhe dadi ke room mein ehsas hua joki ek dum kone mein tha, ki koi hai wahan. Main dabe pao wahan gaya bahar area pura andhera tha aur bas usi kamre mein choti si bulb jal rahi thi. Main jab wahan pahucha toh gate ka halka sa bhag khula hua tha. Bahar andhera hone ke karan main undono ke nazar nahi aa raha tha. Dadaji takiya leke aaram se lete hue the.. “That’s good, given that I’m a nice, decadent capitalist!” I chuckled.“We must work on this, of course! It cannot be that husband of Soviet diplomat is playboy with sports car!”“Aren’t you jumping ahead a bit? If that were to happen, it’s years down the road. I could always buy a Mercedes or BMW later. Or are those also decadent? If so, perhaps a Volvo or SAAB would be better?” I teased.“Socialist car is better, of course! A Zil!” she smirked. “But I tease only. You have very nice car. I. Perhaps the torso didn’t have enough souls. Or more was going on.Yesterday, a truck driving by the school had its cargo load escape. A bunch of loose barrels rolled out and struck a cleaner on the side of the road, bowling over, crushing and killing the elderly woman instantly. Rooster had been hopping by on his pogo stick when he saw her mangled corpse, the crowd circled around her, snapping cell phone pics.“She survived the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural Revolution, only for this...”.