"Aaram se", Jat tells me.
Not a place for aaram, what with one leg on a root dangling from a tree, another leg on a protruding stone covered with mud, one hand on a rock and another hanging on to some grass, and a torch in my mouth! And as I looked down, I saw LED in his banyan with a wet bed-sheet wrapped around him. Not a pretty sight, I say.
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