I must make haste to Avenue Rachel and collect my babies, for the night grows old. Yes! Now, I am off to Avenue Rachel and le Cimetière de Montmartre...where my babies await me!"The shadowy figure extended its arms before it, and, with a thunderous clap of its dark hands, disappeared, leaving only a swirl of black mist in its wake.An inky bubble of tar oozed from between two loosely fit cobbles. The foul sphere pulsed and grew larger, then popped, collapsing to the ground in a small, shadowy. Te buk vore gondho nilam,,,bnaray ghoshlam pompar panty,gondho snuke dekhechhi godgodeguder pechchhap r guder maler gondho,jantam pompa chodate ready.Pompar bra dekhe xcited hoyechhi,kokhono jama tule bra dekhiyechhe,best time chhilo poratam pompa panty fnak kore kore bale vorti gud dekhato amar bnara fatto,or bogole fir fire ghono kalo bal,katto na,ami nak gnuje gnuje gnuje gnuje buk vorti kortam,nitantyo madokota sei ghame,pompa du pa fnak kore amar hat niye jay gude ,ami pantyr opor diye. With generosity I asked his name, he replied.His name was Yadav(not real name), he was from Bihar but he was bought up here since his parent moved here. Even I began to chit chatting with the guy saying the I am from Delhi and was happy to talk with him. He took the luggage to our room, while I went to reception to Ravi. Ravi told me that the room is on the second floor and the lift is out of order. Then the receptionist handed over the keys to the housekeeper whose name was Senthil (not real. “No, you’re right on time! Pour yourself a cup of coffee while I go up and take a quick shower and change, and I’ll be down in ten minutes.” Georgia was wearing a disreputable terry cloth robe and she headed up the stairs.Barbara called up after her, “Want a cup?”“Please!” cried out followed by the sound of Georgia’s bedroom door slamming.Barbara smiled and looked around. Now she could see Georgia’s luggage in the corner of the living room, a pair of small suitcases and a purse. Moving into the.