'Parulkar Saab was asking after you.' The room was some twenty-five feet across, with four desks lined up across the breadth of it. 'Namaskar, Sartaj Saab,' PSI Kamble called across the station house. In the drawing room, Mrs Pandey was gazing brightly at her husband, her chin tucked into her chest. The St Mary's girls were squealing, holding their hands to their mouths, and begging the boys to stop.
There was a group of uniformed boys clustering around the small white body below, pushing each other closer to it. This thick, it was,' Mr Pandey said, holding up his thumb and forefinger circled. 'She broke a Kashmiri walking stick on my back.
