... learning the knack of disconnecting her sense of smell, until she could switch it off like a radio and in the bland silence of its absence could drown in the sound of Nazarbaddoor’s hypnotic voice without having her reverie interrupted by the scent of sheep shit or Nazarbaddoor’s own frequent and extraordinary buffalo farts.
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- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: indian
- Born: June 19, 1947
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