There are late latifs for everything. It was proved for the dog issue as well. People kept coming to ask about how we solved the issue. We had become very famous because the issue had gone to press. We told them that BMC people came to do the needful, though ...
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The senior man has been stealing the magazines that come in my Dad’s name and all the post and courier coming in my name. This man also supports Our Lady of Intolerance by stealing the cheques I get. The man has been giving us so many troubles. They have been ...
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The man from the BMC came with the dog van, again the next day. Mom told them to visit Dolly’s mother to find out where the dogs were. The man left the in charge of the dog van near our place to handle the situation. The in charge of the ...
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The man came from the BMC and enquired about our problems. He said, “First, common people should stop feeding the street dogs. Meat and fish are openly disposed and the dustbins are open. That is why the dogs survive. How much can the BMC do? You all feed the dogs ...
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In continuation with the goat accident… One hour before the accident, 4-5 dogs in our area began wailing. Everybody began talking that dogs can see a death before it happens. It is a myth that dogs can see Yam Dootas. Ladies were whispering about it. But everybody’s work was going ...
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One afternoon at 3.30 someone rang our door bell. We were resting. Mom opened the door and saw Dolly and her mother with a large bag. Mom asked, “Have both of you, mother and daughter come to live with us bag and baggage?” Dolly’s mother said, “I need some extra ...
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One fine morning, the little girl, who usually came at 8.30, came with a cloth in her hand. She said, “Baiya roya (Elder brother cried).” Mom asked, “Kyon roya?” She replied, “Naayi aaya. Baal kata. Toh Baiya roya. Maja aaya. Lounda hai. Baal katna haina. Nahin toh larki ban jayega. ...
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One fine morning, I was collecting my stuff and wanted to leave before Dolly came because something or the other would happen to delay me. I found everything but my lucky pen. We remembered that Dolly was at home when I had placed my pen on the bed the previous ...
Read More »Raksha Bandhan (Part II)
May it be an event or a festival, there is always an aftereffect. Today morning Mom got a phone call. Her friend had called her. She said, “Our new neighbours belong to another religion. The young boy from the family compelled my daughter to tie a rakhi on his wrist. ...
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Today is Raksha Bandhan. A thread can be so auspicious that it contains the blessings and prayers for the well-being of the person on whose wrist the rakhi is being tied. The celebrations of this festival have been going on since Satya Yuga. Initially, when kings would go out to ...
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