Meira Chand


Bhai Sahib examined Mrs Hathiramani's horoscope. He sat cross-legged on the stone floor in a once-white vest and dhoti. The vest had a hole, and a remnant of his lunch, eaten hurriedly at the sound of Mrs Hathiramani's arrival in his temple, had left a deep yellow stain upon it.



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