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Page 81
... jalebis and other sweetmeats were piled in unappetising heaps besides enormous frying pots . Everybody appeared possessed by a reckless abandoned gaiety . A well dressed old man was walking a pet monkey on a chain . I heard the crashing ...
... jalebis and other sweetmeats were piled in unappetising heaps besides enormous frying pots . Everybody appeared possessed by a reckless abandoned gaiety . A well dressed old man was walking a pet monkey on a chain . I heard the crashing ...
Page 97
... jalebis . Pooran dusted the books , which were crawling with silverfish , and wrapped them in newspapers and packed them into a plastic bag for me . Their sons , Sonu and Sunil , returned from Mallital full of the details of some ...
... jalebis . Pooran dusted the books , which were crawling with silverfish , and wrapped them in newspapers and packed them into a plastic bag for me . Their sons , Sonu and Sunil , returned from Mallital full of the details of some ...
Page 109
... Jalebis and Dalmoth , but he would invariably send her back for biscuits . He would even nibble at them circularly , and having consumed three Marie biscuits half- arise from his seat to brush the crumbs from his suit . Tea time over ...
... Jalebis and Dalmoth , but he would invariably send her back for biscuits . He would even nibble at them circularly , and having consumed three Marie biscuits half- arise from his seat to brush the crumbs from his suit . Tea time over ...
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Abha already arms arrived asked beautiful become began beside blue body brothers brought colour continued course daughter dead death decided door dressed eyes face feel feet felt followed girl glass green hair hands happy head hills Hiranand Hiranand Headmaster Hiranand Headmaster's Hong Kong Irra Jayesh Jeewan kitchen knew lake Lalit laughed leave letter light lived looked married Masterji mind Mohan morning mother Mukul Nainital never night once Parvati past Pooran rain Raju Rakesh remember replied returned Salman seemed sense settled smell smile sound steps stood stopped story strange talking tell thought told trees turned verandah voice walked watch wearing Wee Nooke wife window woman young