
Deep Ties : THE JASMINE GARLAND
The priest was in a hurry. He frowned at the woman who held a garland of jasmine in her wizened hands, trying to peep over his shoulder at the beautiful idol of Lord Shiva.
“Why are you late today? The puja is over.” He turned to lock the ornate wooden door of the sanctum.
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