Chapter Eleven

Mount Everest was quaking and slowly tilting towards Bihar and UP. I tried to scream out to Nitish Kumar and Mayawati to move out of the way but the voice was trapped in the throat and wouldn’t come out.

I opened the eyes into her smiling face. She gave me a small kiss on the lips before putting a clay cup of tea in my stiff hands.

“Nanaji will meet you at ten,” she said.

I tried to snuggle under her sweater but she pushed me away, “Look at the watch.”

I had less than thirty minutes. I asked, “How do I start…, I mean, how do I greet him or what do I tell him first?”

“There is no need to panic; I have already spoken to him. He knows all about you and the purpose of your visit. There will be a flat stone at his feet. Sit on it and ask your questions,” she said while massaging my head.

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