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.... gamo s voice was resonating   somewhere  distant,  words weren't clearly  audible  but the voice  reached before him and  allarasai heard him,  she quickly began  kneading the dough  , by the time gamo got home  the dough was ready  and  mud oven lit , logs  burning   and fuming, she poked the fire and  blew  it   hot  to  faster heat the  iron flat pan , she blew through a long  iron pipe  and within minutes she was satisfied with the  result  and it was then gamo opened the door and stepped inside,  

He announced  to praise the lord for today they also had   buttermilk,   first he exchanged greetings and then pushed the copper vessel towards her, he started  filling up his domestic  utensils with the water in his  leather mashq,  afterwards  he washed himself  , his limbs and head to remove dirt, allarasi first   untied the cloth sack  hanging  on his shoulder  to  fill up the empty container  , she  laughed  because the container had emptied just then and got  refilled  too,  followed by pouring the buttermilk from the vessel into the cups by then gamo arrived all freshened up clean 

She asked him  putting the basket of freshly made rotis before him  if pir sahib will see them 

Why not,  his daughter is coming to Karamazov chaudhary  s house as bride of his son and the village  was  related to the chaudhary family so if course  the pir will see them,  he took a long sip of buttermilk  with a piece of roti and  looked rather proud to get a connection  to impress pir sahib