khaskhas

Updated: May 29, 2025

We walk upon cool matting; we recline upon long-armed chairs; low and heavy punkahs swing overhead; a sweet breathing of wet khaskhas grass comes sobbing out of the thermantidote; and a gigantic but gentle khidmatgar is always at our elbow with long glasses on a silver tray. This man's name is Nubby Bux, but he means nothing by it, and a child might play with him. It is near noon. My friend Mr.

George Robert Aberigh-Mackay - Twenty-One Days in India; and, the Teapot Series