Chapter 33

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Purshottam Rawat sat back comfortably in the lawn chair

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Purshottam Rawat sat back comfortably in the lawn chair. A cup of steaming tea in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He knew in some time the bomb that he had brought into this world would wake up and insist that they return to Delhi immediately. But, he wasn't leaving. Sure, he wanted to spend time with his family and at his house that he built with his sweat and blood, but he also wanted to stay here. The place he and his ancestors called home. He knew he was being selfish and maybe reckless where his health was concerned, yet the mental peace and satisfaction living here brought for the past month was undeniable.

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