The month of Ashwin was coming to a close. The green paddy stalks on the fields billowed in the northerly breeze. But there was a tangle of worries in the head of the Imam saheb of Kusumdanga as he gazed at the ears of paddy forming on the bellies of the stalks.
The month of Ashwin was coming to a close. The green paddy stalks on the fields billowed in the northerly breeze. But there was a tangle of worries in the head of the Imam saheb of Kusumdanga as he gazed at the ears of paddy forming on the bellies of the stalks. It was in the end of Ashwin last year that he had blazed in anger observing the antics of the Muslim folk of this village. He had then newly joined the mosque here, and was hardly acquainted with all the people of the village. Which was why, despite seeing them indulging in the sin of shirk, or idolatry, he could not hood up and hiss a...
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