Except that Lalita never stopped moaning: When it was hot, it was too hot, she was being fried alive! When at night it freshened up, it was too cold she could feel her bones turning to ice; when the atmosphere was heavy and still, she sweated and complained, and when there was the slightest breeze, the wind was blowing dirt in her eyes!
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Book 1
Chapter 1: The Ancestors
(Allapur, Bihar, Late 18th century)
Allapur, the most charming little gaon in the Gaya district of Bihar!
Chapter 6
(Sundarbans, Eastern India, 1820s)
Raju's memories of his pre-Sundarban days, was a mixture of half-remembered facts and stories told by elders which had become more real every time he heard t...