Savitri sat in a corner, gloomy, heartbroken, sobbing in spurts, masking her mouth with her sari pallu. The body of Pandit Sadashiv lay there on a blanket on the floor, wrapped in immaculate white sheet, his face, open, eyes half closed. Her eyes turned to Keshav, the pet disciple of Panditji, taking control of the … More The Consummation