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The clocks..

Around midnight.. Nytili went to balcony facing street in front her house.. the wind blew cold .. it did snow nearby mountain last week.. and the swarm of heat hasn't picked up yet.. it was empty obviously and dark.. with poles shadowing in yellow lamps.. farther nearby crossing.. winter nights are so long.. she thought.. chilling.. the clock rang two thirty.. so it wasn't midnight.. but well past .. she went to bed again in her room.. she lay thinking about ... voice.. of the clocks.. it sounded so much like.. the bells in temple.. only that.. the bell strings needed to be pulled but the clocks did strike automatically... and the fact that they were set manually once during day seemed none existent somehow..

it was like the haystacks in her field.. .. they looked beautiful and set.. under sun..
But they were totally flat when rolled.. against the dark background of woods..

She fell in restless slumber.. and wokeup in an hour.. getting up.. she tried to setback.. she peered through window.. it's a little while before sunrise yet..
..

The haystacks shone in soft glow of dawn.. today she will roll up to send to market.. she thought.. and bring new supply.. the immediate woods by the walk to her farm back side in to her house were grown thick she wanted to call choppers..

She came out to clearing from quite a dense patch of eucalyptus and neem trees.. toward her farm.. filled with wheat plantation.. shone in glaze of gold.. as she instructed to roll up haystacks.. ..

Jeera: maam .. good morning..

Nytili: Good morning..

Jeera: the choppers will be coming in the afternoon.. we are halfway through rolls and watering too.. to the other section..

Nytili: Jeera, i want to buy some honey, do you have any extra.. ?

Jeera: maam we will go to jungle to find fresh henoy .. ? Around the hut of my grandfather.. we can go.. we will be back by four.. and the rolls are already done..

Nytili: yes.

Jeera: just a moment maam.. i will tell Boro..

Boro was his younger brother.. she looked at his back while he went away to instruct his brother..

Jeera: let's go..

As they walked towards.. jungle...She thought about the wheat processing machine.. she will check out after tomorrow trip to market..

Nytili: Jeera we will check out the wheat machine tomorrow.. after visiting town..

Jeera: yes..

Along the way she thought about Jeera and his grandfather and two younger brothers.. they lived in a hut at the starting line-up near jungle .. they didn't have grandmother or mother.. .. She noticed the thin woods were literally beautiful.. and it might be exceedingly joyful living here.. apart from the setup she had obviously .. but a little difficult to survive in jungle...

Jeera filled three bottles while she talked with his grandfather and cheered.. they ate .. excellent sweet fish the old man made with dry loaf and spice. .. and returned around four..



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