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Excerpt from Life''s Handicap: Being Stories of Mine Own People
IN Northern India stood a monastery called The Chubara of Bhunni Bhagat. No one remembered who or what Bhunni Bhagat had been. He had lived his life, made a little money and spent it all, as every good Hindu should do, on a work of piety - the Chuba''ra. That was full of brick cells, gaily painted with the figures of Gods and kings and elephants, where worn-out priests could sit and meditate on the latter end of things: the paths were brick paved, and the naked feet of thousands had worn them into gutters. Clumps of mangoes sprouted from between the bricks; great pipal trees overhung the well Windlass that whined all day; and hosts of parrots tore through the trees. Crows and squirrels were tame in that place, for they knew that never a priest would touch them.
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IN Northern India stood a monastery called The Chubara of Bhunni Bhagat. No one remembered who or what Bhunni Bhagat had been. He had lived his life, made a little money and spent it all, as every good Hindu should do, on a work of piety - the Chuba''ra. That was full of brick cells, gaily painted with the figures of Gods and kings and elephants, where worn-out priests could sit and meditate on the latter end of things: the paths were brick paved, and the naked feet of thousands had worn them into gutters. Clumps of mangoes sprouted from between the bricks; great pipal trees overhung the well Windlass that whined all day; and hosts of parrots tore through the trees. Crows and squirrels were tame in that place, for they knew that never a priest would touch them.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
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Author
Rudyard Kipling
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780364071229
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.2 cm
Page Count - 415
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Author
Rudyard Kipling
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ISBN - 9781331257141
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 2.2 cm
Page Count - 417
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