An Offensive Tale

An Offensive Tale

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Written by Hari Krishan Koul | Translated from Kashmiri by M. Siddiq Beigh The great God be thanked that I came by a taxi right at my doorstep. I asked the driver to move straight to the college and I had a look in the mirror fixed in the front of the driver. My ears were still smeared with soap-lather, and I wiped it with my hanky. A knot of my necktie had got under a wing of my collar, which I put right. It was three minutes to ten as I looked at my watch, and my class would

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