ghalti.....

.......one  fogg morning  rafya was tying bundle of  damp dewy leafy mustard in  her ceil , amma  yelled  what was she  doing,  rafya explained   miss Nadya had asked her to get mustard leaves  freshly  cut,  she showed  how much  she  had plucked  fresh  from  the field   along with  green  leaf  vegetable  there were  roses for miss Nadya who was admiredable  and praiseworthy  

Of course  she must be  heavenly  but it was so  cold  severe and  harsh  she  could have  caught cold  plucking  leaves