I had seen the cottage before. I was not sure where I had seen it or when, but it seemed to be exactly where it should have been. As our car swept past it and hurried towards our new home, I felt a warm glow settle over me. This place was familiar, unlike all the others we had been transferred to.
|Ayaji dropped her knitting. “He is a magician. He makes different people see different things. When I was drawn into the cottage…” she looked far into the distance and shuddered. “Bapre bap,” she slapped her forehead. “It was full of bats and skins and dead things and the smell! Oh! Ho! Even your Bandar is no competition for the smell in the Sadhu’s cottage.”|