A narrow gully in a careworn Jalpaiguri neighbourhood called Kerani Para, lined on either side by fetid, open drains and infested with mosquitoes, hits a dead end where stands a three-storey house, the ground floor of which was used by Chandana Chakraborty for her 바카라NGO바카라 work. 바카라The children were cramped into that tiny room,바카라 a neighbour, Rana Bhattacharjee, who owns a shop nearby, tells Outlook, pointing to a high, slit window covered with a net. 바카라Chandana lived on the top floor with her husband, Jibon, an employee of the PWD in Jalpaiguri. While he is a quiet, polite gentleman, his wife was the opposite바카라quarrelsome and given to throwing her weight around. They have lived here for 20 years, but it was only since the last 10 to 12 years that we started noticing children being brought in and people entering the house at odd hours and even staying over.바카라 Rana says that at times, Chandana would bring out a child or two바카라of different ages, and invariably emaciated바카라for a stroll. 바카라She explained that they were given up for adoption by the poor, or born to unwed mothers, or were abandoned. There was even a foreigner child, white-skinned with blue eyes.바카라 Rana says that when Chandana opened the 바카라adoption agency바카라, he had gone to her with his sister, who was childless and wanted to adopt a baby. 바카라It was around 2006. We even bought a form from Chandana for Rs 1,200. But something seemed wrong. She kept haggling with us about money. We instead went to the Missionaries of Charity.바카라