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though he looked calm he was worried all the way as his sons carried him on their broad shoulders. the dead brahmin, finally smiled as he was laid on the funeral pyre made of finest sandalwood  from the forest around. that was his last wish to his sons, you must use chandan and nothing else. don’t give me to some low-cast corkwood even before sum of my deeds is calculated, i know, on the pyre, it will burn me, to the hell.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
last wish
though he looked calm he was worried all the way as his sons carried him on their broad shoulders. the dead brahmin, finally smiled as he was laid on the funeral pyre made of finest sandalwood  from the forest around. that was his last wish to his sons, you must use chandan and nothing else. don’t give me to some low-cast corkwood even before sum of my deeds is calculated, i know, on the pyre, it will burn me, to the hell.
cast has created division in indian society for thousands of years, it so deeply rooted that even today it still shows scars of past and deeds of presents
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
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