Mahfil. v 1, V. 1 ( 1963) p. 18.


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Then he felt his neck with his hand 9 and seeing it smeared with his o\m bloody he smiled, "iian. e .manldLnd,, .mother-f. »• •, o,., is a strange thing,11

Kalwant Kaur was anxious to hoar his reply, "Iswar Syan^" she said 9 "Better keep to the point,"

Iswar Singles smile widened under his blood-soared mustache, "I'm telling you the point,,.this mother-f••••.« throat is cut^ you ^jaow.., I can only speak very slowly,, ,youJ,,." And a& 1"^ began to tell his story 9 his forehead dripped with a cold sweat,

"Kalwantiy Jani,.,itls hard to tell,,.what happened to me,,, Iian, c,.,-s,,.,,9 is a strange being,,,when theri^Jbs started in the city.; I took part in them like the others,,,jewelry 9 clothes^ money 9 whatever I got I brought back to you,,,but I kept one thing from you..,," Iswar Singh felt a sudden stab of pain from his wound and began to moan,

Kalvant Kaur paid no attention to his pain 9 and asked mercilessly, "Iteit thing?"

Iswar Singh blew away some of the blood dripping on his mus- -tache$ and said^ "That house I raided,..there were seven,,, people in it,,,six,.,I killed six of thern^ yes^ six.,,with that same Lripan you used on me,,.but never mind,,.listen,,, there was a girl there,..very pretty.,,I picked her up and carried her off,"

Kalwant Kaur was listening silently, Iswar ^ingh again blew away some of the blood that soaked his mustache 9 and continued^ "Kalwant Jani^ I can1! tell you how beautiful she was,,.I.., I could have killed her too,,,but tnen I thought,,.no^ Iswar Singh^ you enjoy Kalwant Laur every day.,,why not taste this fruit just once?"

Kalwant Kaur only muttered, "Hum."

"Yes,,,then I took her on my shoulder 9 and beat it,,,on the way,.,what was I saying?,.yes^ on the way,,,near the canal bank,, .behind the cactus bushes..,! put her dovjn,, .first I thought I^d shuffle a while., .but,, .then I deci^^ no,.»." And Iswar Singh(s tongue became dry,

Kalwant kaur swallowed the saliva in her own mouthy and asked in a choked voice 9 "Then whdt happened?"

Iswar Singles throat could barely pronounce the words. "Then,. I dealt,o.the trumps,..but,,.but,,,," His voice dried out.

Kalwant Kaur shook his shoulders, "Ivhat haD.ened,"

Iswar Singn opened his sagging eyelids and looked at Kalwant Kaur's lucious body^ so full of life and passions 5 and said^



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