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Burning the Old Man
Little Srivatsan called me loudly, “Mummy Aunty.” I was returning home after buying the afternoon milk bottle from the milk booth. I turned towards the boy and asked, “Hare Krishna. Well, my Krishna where are you going with all these bags?” His mother was with him and she smiled, while replying, “To purchase Christmas gifts ...
Vidhyalakshmi Rao