If you want to hit the action more quickly then skip the next 3 paragraphs.We (mom dad and me) lived in Andheri Lohkhandwala in Mumbai. Both my parent... worked and I was left with alone in the house with a maid, Aparajita. Aparajita was a Bengali lady in her late 30s, she had never married. She was a very mild lady, and lived with us. It seemed she had no family as she never went home. I used to call her maushi. Maushi and I used to be all alone when I came from school. Maushi would cook me nice. How many more will you save and help in the many years to come? I know we’ve no right to feel hurt and grieve when we lose you, because you are our master. You are everything, and we are nothing. Please think of all the people you could help, but won’t be able to help if you let the despair grab you to take you away from us.” She stops when I reach out to stroke her cheek, brushing the tears away.While gulping hard I say, “You are not nothing. You and the others are all worth more than all of. Daddy spent most of the time reading, glancing up to see what I was doing about every other paragraph. Most of his carry-on bag was filled with books. I think they were school books.The flight to New York was about two and a half hours. I fell asleep almost as soon as the seat belt light was off. I missed the snack and only woke up because my ears were hurting from the pressure change. Daddy flashed me a smile as he put his book back in his bag and clicked his seat belt.Maybe I am just a grumpy. .to wo shrmate hue boli bhot achha lag raha hai ji…tabhi mere dimag me ek idea aaya..maine kaha Anu tum thoda sa apna Gaand uthao lekin pura uth kra khadi mat hona, to wo thoda sa apne mast gol gaand ko uthaya…Tab maine uski frock ke piche ke hisse ko is tarah se uthaya ki aage se wo pura neeche he rahe..ab mujhe uski gori mast gaand jo ki V shape ki Black Panty me nazar aai…Oh God! Us mast maal ki Kya sweet, gori, gol aur mast gaand thi…dil toh uske Mast Gore aur Gol-Gol Chutado ko Katne ka.