he had been a good swimmer , but without practice his lungs gave up, soon he collapsed, when he opened his eyes he observed he was in a small poorly village cottage room, on a coir cord charpoy, a plain cotton mattress and a pillow, a window on one side , and an old man puffed his hooka , when khawar cried out with pain the old man thanked god for bringing him to life
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