The ritual continued every day, and soon I did
not have to check my watch for my lunch time. At the stroke of 1.00 p.m., I
would have this wet nose snorting and sniffing through the window and I would
feed the 2 customary chappatis. The sweet and gentle looking SBM would just
stroll around the campus, checking on the other inmates and minding his own
business the rest of the day.
Friday, June 5, 2015
SBM
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