The grey haired man was wearing a black dhoti. A saffron shawl wrapped carelessly around his neck, his brown chest was bare. He emerged from the temple, took a bottle from his bag and had a swig of amber liquid.
“What are you drinking?” the ‘moral policeman’ demanded.
“Cough syrup. Want some?” the man replied.
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