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  1. 1. This is Sri Rama das. He lives inside my washing machine.My washing machine was repaired many times, whenever it had refused towash. But when refusing to wash became a habit, the service engineer told,“now, it’s not the problem of the washing machine. It’s your problem. Youhave an attitudinal problem. You have to allow the machine to retire, sinceit’s long due. Forcing him to wash again, if brought under the considerationof any just court of law, they may find it a punishable offence.” I was quietundecided on the matter, as I am on many other matters. Whatever it’s, mywashing machine retired on its own, and had been lying there in one of thecorners of my dining room. (it has only four corners, of course, but these daysthe corners lost its sharpness, and it’s almost cornerless). Rama das on one ofthese days entered on a rent-free agreement to start staying inside thewashing machine, till a time he on his own decided otherwise, or he shiftedthe place of his residence to a predators stomach. It was a one-sidedagreement.I used to hear his jubilation in the night, while having my late dinners. Oftenhe ventures out to catch some flies, ( I too have been doing the same job sincelong) and provide them a peaceful place of residence inside his balloonstomach. Nowadays, after catching a stomachful of flies he comes to takerest to a place under my wash basin where enough water drips down from myleaking water tap. “Hey Ramadas” I asked him one day, “Why do you comeand lie here under my wash basin? “ I am” he told, “taking sun bath.” “Sunbath?” “Which Sun? Which bath?” I bewildered. He rolled his eyes twice overand winked at me. Then focused his eyes on the electric bulb hung above us,covered by cobweb pieces, and blackened with smoke deposits. “That’senough a Sun” he told me; and asked me “For You?. LOL.Rama das, after his paroxysmal laughter subsided, beckoned me. I went nearhim. He caught me by my hair, and pulled down my head and brought my earnear his mouth, and............................................................and whispered, Hey Babz.....be calm........lay down with me on thisgolden beach.......have enough Sun.Ohhoo.............I screamed.....................Rama das..........Which goldenbeach?..................Which Sun? Rama das....Shed some more light.....

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