“The wretched thing had actually started properly for once. “Lucky today, or what? Mine is always giving me a headache. Every other day I have to pay fifty rupees for repair work to that thief of a mechanic,” remarked a complacent voice. It was Balaji, the Canara Bank manager who lived in the apartment block across the road. He wore nothing but a dirty lungi and a shrunken vest that he had rolled into a tire under his plump breasts. Sometimes, when the vest was unrolled, it looked tiny, as thoug...h it belonged to Balaji’s eight-year-old son. The boy wore big, loose clothes meant to last several years, so perhaps father and son shared their attire. Balaji’s belly, large and hairy, sat over the waist of his lungi like a contented cat, and through the fuzz peered his navel. Every now and then he dug an index finger into the navel and twirled it around diligently, as if winding his stomach up for the day. “You are late to work today?” he asked. His probing finger wandered from navel to nostril and then on to his left ear.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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