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"Arjun, I have brought your favourite thing. It is kept inside the refrigerator." My mother brought the earthen pot out and held it before me. I counted and looked for the biggest one from the shining, rotund figures of India's most desired sweet item. "Don't eat it in one go. Here take one. Why don't you bite it and eat slowly? Why do you gulp everything down without chewing?

I avoided sleeping during the day and sneaked out of my mother's room. As I saw everyone is asleep, my mind turned into the devil's workshop in search of the prized item. I ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door of the refrigerator. I ran my hand over the eatables, mindlessly changing their places and dashed the door carelessly when I could not find the soft and syrupy sponges. I left, accidently making a mess and leaving the water tap open.

In the evening, when my misdeeds were discovered, a visibly livid father dragged me to the center of our drawing room. To escape the beating, I feigned weeping. Hearing my sobs, my grandparents would invariably snatch me out of my father's hands. I broke free from their arms and threw my body on the bed with a thud. I did not listen to anyone's voice and pretended to be asleep.

Hands tugged me at dinner time. I refused to listen to the request of taking food. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. My grandfather hugged me and asked, "Arjun, what will make you feel better?"

"Rasgulla! Give me at least ten."

"Arjun, I have brought your favourite thing. It is kept inside the refrigerator." My mother brought the earthen pot out and held it before me. I counted and looked for the biggest one from the shining, rotund figures of India's most desired sweet item. "Don't eat it in one go. Here take one. Why don't you bite it and eat slowly? Why do you gulp everything down without chewing?

I avoided sleeping during the day and sneaked out of my mother's room. As I saw everyone is asleep, my mind turned into the devil's workshop in search of the prized item. I ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door of the refrigerator. I ran my hand over the eatables, mindlessly changing their places and dashed the door carelessly when I could not find the soft and syrupy sponges. I left, accidently making a mess and leaving the water tap open.

In the evening, when my misdeeds were discovered, a visibly livid father dragged me to the center of our drawing room. To escape the beating, I feigned weeping. Hearing my sobs, my grandparents would invariably snatch me out of my father's hands. I broke free from their arms and threw my body on the bed with a thud. I did not listen to anyone's voice and pretended to be asleep.

Hands tugged me at dinner time. I refused to listen to the request of taking food. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. My grandfather hugged me and asked, "Arjun, what will make you feel better?"

"Rasgulla! Give me at least ten."

"Arjun, I have brought your favourite thing. It is kept inside the refrigerator." My mother brought the earthen pot out and held it before me. I counted and looked for the biggest one from the shining, rotund figures of India's most desired sweet item. "Don't eat it in one go. Here take one. Why don't you bite it and eat slowly? Why do you gulp everything down without chewing?

I avoided sleeping during the day and sneaked out of my mother's room. As I saw everyone is asleep, my mind turned into the devil's workshop in search of the prized item. I ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door of the refrigerator. I ran my hand over the eatables, mindlessly changing their places and dashed the door carelessly when I could not find the soft and syrupy sponges. I left, accidently making a mess and leaving the water tap open.

In the evening, when my misdeeds were discovered, a visibly livid father dragged me to the center of our drawing room. To escape the beating, I feigned weeping. Hearing my sobs, my grandparents would invariably snatch me out of my father's hands. I broke free from their arms and threw my body on the bed with a thud. I did not listen to anyone's voice and pretended to be asleep.

Hands tugged me at dinner time. I refused to listen to the request of taking food. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. My grandfather hugged me and asked, "Arjun, what will make you feel better?"

"Rasgulla! Give me at least ten."

"Arjun, I have brought your favourite thing. It is kept inside the refrigerator." My mother brought the earthen pot out and held it before me. I counted and looked for the biggest one from the shining, rotund figures of India's most desired sweet item. "Don't eat it in one go. Here take one. Why don't you bite it and eat slowly? Why do you gulp everything down without chewing?

I avoided sleeping during the day and sneaked out of my mother's room. As I saw everyone is asleep, my mind turned into the devil's workshop in search of the prized item. I ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door of the refrigerator. I ran my hand over the eatables, mindlessly changing their places and dashed the door carelessly when I could not find the soft and syrupy sponges. I left, accidently making a mess and leaving the water tap open.

In the evening, when my misdeeds were discovered, a visibly livid father dragged me to the center of our drawing room. To escape the beating, I feigned weeping. Hearing my sobs, my grandparents would invariably snatch me out of my father's hands. I broke free from their arms and threw my body on the bed with a thud. I did not listen to anyone's voice and pretended to be asleep.

Hands tugged me at dinner time. I refused to listen to the request of taking food. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. My grandfather hugged me and asked, "Arjun, what will make you feel better?"

"Rasgulla! Give me at least ten."

"Arjun, I have brought your favourite thing. It is kept inside the refrigerator." My mother brought the earthen pot out and held it before me. I counted and looked for the biggest one from the shining, rotund figures of India's most desired sweet item. "Don't eat it in one go. Here take one. Why don't you bite it and eat slowly? Why do you gulp everything down without chewing?

I avoided sleeping during the day and sneaked out of my mother's room. As I saw everyone is asleep, my mind turned into the devil's workshop in search of the prized item. I ran to the kitchen and pulled at the door of the refrigerator. I ran my hand over the eatables, mindlessly changing their places and dashed the door carelessly when I could not find the soft and syrupy sponges. I left, accidently making a mess and leaving the water tap open.

In the evening, when my misdeeds were discovered, a visibly livid father dragged me to the center of our drawing room. To escape the beating, I feigned weeping. Hearing my sobs, my grandparents would invariably snatch me out of my father's hands. I broke free from their arms and threw my body on the bed with a thud. I did not listen to anyone's voice and pretended to be asleep.

Hands tugged me at dinner time. I refused to listen to the request of taking food. Then my parents and grandparents would coax me with various offers. My grandfather hugged me and asked, "Arjun, what will make you feel better?"

"Rasgulla! Give me at least ten."

The ridge at this point about fifty yards wide, and as the hut was on the south edge of the ridge, and the village on the north face of the hill, the latter was not visible from the former. I had been sitting on the rock for ten minutes when a head appeared over the crest from the direction of the village, followed by a second and a third. My friend the water-carrier had not been slow in informing the village of my arrival.

When strangers meet in India and wish to glean information from each other on any particular subject, it is customary to refrain from broaching the subject that has brought them together - whether accidentally or of set purpose - until the very last moment and to fill up the interval by finding out everything concerning each other's domestic and private affairs; as, for instance, whether married and if so the number and sex of children and their ages; if not married, why not; occupation and amount of pay, and so on. Questions that would in any other part of the world earn one a thick ear, are in India - and especially in our hills - asked so artlessly and universally that no one who has lived among the people, dreams of taking offence at them.