12th December 1687
Guruvardhan Lekha came back from the college and immediately jumped into his bed, sinking into its soft embrace right away. "Aunty Mala, could you please ask the servants to spin the fan a little?" Soon, the fan in the ceiling began to spin and sent a cool breeze straight towards him, causing him to smile with contentment. All the fatigue he had accumulated in his body from the heavy work in college and the half-day journey slowly shaved away like impurities being purified in the body.
Unfortunately, just when he was about to slip into the sweet dreams, a pigtailed gremlin jumped on his back.
"Brother!"
"Uff!"
The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, and he immediately woke up with a cough. He looked at his sister with anger, but, looking at her horrified expression, words of anger could not come out of his mouth. He patted her head as if to show that he was all right, which made her calm down.
