Dark nights with a shiver on the wind. Bamboo thickets. Tamarind groves whispering. A huddle of villagers around a dying fire. Something white glimpsed vaguely in the gloom outside the comforting circle of light. And so the stories start: so and so saw so and so by the pond with a kolshi around her neck and she tried to drown him. A shankhchunni shook her white bangles at Ramu라이브 바카라 Ma and she was never the same again.