It was not so busy day in the Chandini Bazaar unlike every day. May be because of the fasting month of Ramzan. I walked past temple. It was old temple. And there were small shops just blocking the faηade of the temple. And I thought these shops could be the spots where people come for looking their horoscopes. But I could not really make out what these shops were really for. One shop had a framed colored picture of a young man and a garland was hanging on it.
I saw one child putting one garland of yellow flowered over the head of a sleeping dog. Dog woke up by the act.
In the bus while coming back one man around 40 years of age was sitting near me. He had a small infant in his lap. This man had black complexion, hair oiled, and beard. And still despite wearing a beard his childhood chicken pox marks were still noticeable.,

He had a tragic story to narrate. His wife had eloped with a person who used to teach his children. And she was also denying that she was ever been her husband. Not the deserted man wanted her wife back. For three days he had spent night in the gurudwara (temple). And claimed his self a big zamindar .he said “ I will become now sadhu (saint), and I will take revenge against them both, I will kill him, u will see my picture in the newspaper one day. Then he showed his elbow, and pointed towards the name over it and said again that this is my name:, after all I am Jat , I will take my revenge”