Howling ghosts, they reappear
Pandit Karma Prasad was sitting to one side of the havan, murmuring shlokas that Arjun, Sanjana and Radha couldn't understand, adding ingredients that looked like he was cooking something scrumptious. Radha’s stomach wailed in agreement. Try as they might, they weren’t paying a whole lot of attention to what the pandit was saying. It was…
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