It was about 3 or 4 am at our flat we lived in, in Mumbai. Tina(my sister), Shadow(our dog), Dia, and I were all asleep. The smell of smoke suddenly awakened me, burning my eyes. I suddenly heard a knock at our door in the kitchen. I put a robe on and answered it. The landlady, Mrs Mendon, was standing there with her little 3 year old girl. She explained that the centralized AC system had fused, and that she needed to fix it. I let her in, her child hiding behind her, holding a little doll. I sh…
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Posted on March 29, 2008 at 1:35am — 3 Comments