We would know he is coming. He would ring his bicycle bell
continuously, not because he is like every other guy in Patna who honks on road
unnecessarily. It was his signal for us that he is in our lane of the colony.
My mom would rush down, and start to collect finest of the flowers that flower
boy would bring. We are Brahmins, and we adhere to some proper way of
worshipping. And my mom cannot do...
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