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Chapters (53)
  1. Cover
  2. Khushwant Singh
  3. COLLECTED NOVELS
  4. Books by the Same Author
  5. Introduction
  6. Train to Pakistan
  7. Dedication
  8. Dacoity
  9. Kalyug
  10. Mano Majra
  11. Karma
  12. I Shall Not Hear The Nightingale
  13. Dedication
  14. Please Read This Note Before Reading the Novel
  15. Characters in the Story
  16. Chapter I
  17. Chapter II
  18. Chapter III
  19. Chapter IV
  20. Chapter V
  21. Chapter VI
  22. Chapter VII
  23. Chapter VIII
  24. Chapter IX
  25. Chapter X
  26. Chapter XI
  27. Chapter XII
  28. Chapter XIII
  29. Delhi
  30. Dedication
  31. Delhi
  32. Lady J.H.T.
  33. Bhagmati
  34. Musaddi Lal
  35. Bhagmati
  36. The Timurid
  37. Bhagmati
  38. The Untouchables
  39. Bhagmati
  40. Aurangzeb Alamgir: Emperor of Hindustan
  41. Bhagmati
  42. Nadir Shah
  43. Bhagmati
  44. Meer Taqi Meer
  45. Bhagmati
  46. 1857
  47. Bhagmati
  48. The Builders
  49. Bhagmati
  50. The Dispossessed
  51. Bhagmati
  52. A Note from the Author
  53. Footnotes

The family stood up. Buta Singh stepped in front. He shut his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling. With his hands joined across his navel he recited the names of the Ten Gurus, the important shrines, and the martyrs. He thanked the Guru for his son being elected President of the Students Union and invoked special assistance for his daughter and blessings for the rest of the family. They all went down on their knees, rubbed their foreheads in front of the Holy Book once more, and sat down in their places. Shunno stirred the pershad with a dagger.

‘Last night it was like an oven,’ commented Sher Singh. ‘I could not sleep at all. I must have drunk at least twelve tumblers of water but the thirst would not go.’

‘It can’t last very long. The monsoon has broken in Bombay and it should be reaching the Punjab in another fortnight. As a matter of fact, Mr Taylor, who is a keen bird watcher, told me that he had heard the monsoon bird calling. He said this bird comes all the way from Africa with the monsoon winds and wherever it goes the rain is sure to follow. Now the college is closed, why don’t you go to the hills for a few days? Sher, you should take Champak and Beena to Simla. You can rent a house for a couple of months; your mother and I will come over later.’ Buta Singh cupped his hands to receive pershad from Shunno.

‘I have just taken over the Union and even though the colleges are closed, there is a lot of work to do. Madan said his father has rented a large house in Simla and only he and his sister are going for the present. He suggested our sharing it with them. It may not be a bad idea if Beena and Champak went with them now; I will take off a few days in September before the colleges re-open.’ Sher Singh took his share of the pershad in his cupped hands.

Before Sabhrai could say anything, Buta Singh agreed that it was a good idea. ‘Of course, I will have to stay in a hotel—Cecil or Clarke’s. In Simla one meets many senior officials of the Punjab Government and the Government of India, and a good address is most important. You come to some arrangement with Wazir Chand’s family: take half the house and pay half the rent. I will see Taylor and discuss summer plans with him.’