This man was a Aghori with exceptionally long nails. Je used to eat one kilogram chilly red or green or Two roti made of half kilo flour each roasted in fire in a smasaan. But he used to make any potrait in s blotting paper by drawing line by his nail. He used to stay in the verandah of Budharaja post office just near Fatak Railway station adjacent to Gangadhar Meher College boundary wall. He became a friend of mine when I was in High School. When it was known to my family they rebuked me left and right. One day he went away where I do not know. Many people come into our lives and just vanish. Or we vanish from there lives.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 16:31:26 +0000
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