The frogman

Immaculately dressed in a dazzling white Parsi duglo (coat) and pugree (Parsi headgear), the elderly gentleman gingerly stepped out of his largish house on the corner of the moholla (street), one of the most conservative in Navsari. A walrus moustache adorned his oval face, which was otherwise clean shaven. He sat in his usual ghora gari (horse driven carriage) whose owner, Abdul, saluted his daily patron. As the ghora gari ticktocked over the cobbled stones, past the atash behram into the busy Tarota bazar with its wheat grinding machines creating a big rumpus, to the railway station, he nodded to......

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