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Tales of the Gods
God arrived at his door and called. He was massaging his sleeping father’s feet and did not want to stop.
The god at Pandharpur is standing on a brick, with his hands on his hips.
He has been standing there, in that slightly impatient posture, for as long as anyone can remember. The reason is a young man who did not have time for him.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.