Today I got talking to Suresh our chowkidar.His only child had had fever so he had brought him for evaluation.
I saw that the little kid had pierced one of the ears and had put a ring in it.I asked Suresh, ‘Is it a girl or a boy?’ He answered, ‘it is a boy’.
Why have you pierced his ears?
Sahab,if I don’t then they will take my child.
I asked ,who and where?
To use as a sacrifice for building dams,etc.
Open mouthed by now I asked ,so if he pierces his ears they will not take him?
Yes sahib ,it means that the ear is already cut so he will not serve as a sacrifice.
This is India,in the 21st century.
I guess nobody has told them that the sacrifice has already been made.
Monda suggested we go hunting. Dressed up to beat the rains and the unpredictable weather we ventured out at night with the two Dawas. Annie had baked a cake for Rumpanol.It started pouring in spurts but nothing could beat the enthusiasm.The junior Dawa was to drive us to a place around fifteen kilometres up the north Sikkim highway.We would come across three rivulets of sort where we could possibly find the edible frog.The senior Dawa was already at the spot making a pathway in the jungle for us to proceed. We reached the spot at around eight at night.in the pitch dark one could hear the sound of frogs of all variety and we started seeing quite a few but none of edible variety.We shuffled around in the rain with an umbrella,raincoat and torches like Nancy drew exploring the grasses and having eye contacts with stunned frogs which seemed to have lost the ability to run .The two boys did a Tarzen and was lost in the jungle with a sling bag ,a torch sans any cover from the rain.While
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