
Camels sit with their
long limbs tucked under them or repose languidly on their sides, chewing their
cud. A couple of calves, covered in soft curly wool, stand next to their mothers.
They watch tractors drive by the dusty lane and women herd water buffaloes and
goats. Children with hastily washed faces carry satchels to school.
I know I have arrived
at my destination in Mundara, Pali district, Rajasthan. I wait for Hajiram, the
man I had come to see, in the courtyard, under the dappled s
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