Sanctified by the Gods

After a day’s hard work of driving his taxi through the sprawling metropolis of Mumbai, Ramashray Singh has only one thing on his mind. Finishing his dinner rather quickly, he goes to the other end of his room and rummages through the top pocket of an old safari suit, pulls out a small black pellet and goes out. He sits down on a small concrete raising, gingerly puts the black pellet down,...

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