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Judgement of a 'Baba'

Bell rings. Girl opens door. Is startled at a brahmin clad in a dhoti, immediately closes the door to a point that she can only barely peek.

"You can't peek into a man's face and know his soul. I have just come to announce a religious gathering tonight at the ground, 7 pm onwards. Please inform your parents and everybody at home."

"Um. Okay. I'll do that."

"Have any of you ever been to shirdi on pilgrimage?"

"No not so far. Don't know. No no."

"It's okay to be startled. I know you weren't raised like a daughter at all in your home. You were raised like a son. You know that it's unwise to be trusting. It's good to have a clean heart, but you should never pretend to know the world."

"I don't even know who you are, and here you are standing at my door, telling me random things about me! You just told me i was raised like a son from my dress up. But let me tell you. I can call your bluff."

"You've been working hard haven't you. You see snakes in your dreams. Please don't kill them, no, that'll be unwise."

"I don't! There aren't no snakes!"

"Just hope that the freedom that you have in your home, you'll get in your other home. You've been working so hard for the last two years. You hope against hope you know. It shows."

"Okay. What consequence is all this?"

"No consequence. We're all going to Gangasagar. If it's in your heart, you must not let a brahmin return empty handed from your doorstep. Also, you should keep your mondays. It's okay if you don't fast. I don't think you'd do that. Just don't wash your hair on mondays."

"Are you going to eat Halwa? Because that's all i can give at the moment."

"For all the skepticism that you have. I have a fast today. Whatever you find in your heart"

"I'll give you some money."

"I'll take your leave now. Take care. Because people think they spot a bluff too easily. They don't read what's in your heart you know."

"You can't peek into a man's face and know his soul. Goodbye."

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