What do the asses know? They know only to take loans, swipe their plastics, bray, eat, s**t, watch and play games, die for propaganda, and procreate. But Guruji was so different from the lot. He had given so much back to society. One more bust of an idol shattered. A smile birthed on his lips. It just doesn’t matter. Everyone loves money. Now he knows Guruji had a good public relations team. Make a billion, give away a few million.
“Yes, I do. I understand,” said Surya Kiran.
The younger man, Guruji's assistant smiled and patted his shoulder. “Shall we go inside? Let’s finish your business. Guruji has to be back in his ashram by early morning.”
“Absolutely,” said Surya Kiran. “Do you need any help?” He offered his help in carrying the man’s briefcase or backpack, but the young man polit
