It goes back to the day when I was in school a 7 year old.... fresh faced chubby kid
As usual I was returning from my school at two 'o'clock in the afternoon, dreaming in the school auto as it meandered across the dwindling lanes.....Soon I was at the main entrance, I opened the main gate of my house scampered, inside and along the drive way ...as a yummy meal of pav bhaji was waiting for me ..... I was still to reach the locked entrance past the garden and trees, before I could press the bell I heard a knocking sound on the main gate and I turned back to look, And there.........draped in yellow and whitish dhoti and enahphi , a Hanuba shaman (old man) with white hairs he was just knocking loudly and waiting patiently for some offering but I recollected my mother's wise words and before he see's me I planned...for a camouflage, I remembered my mother's wise words, that-
always beware of...