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the potter! The lines of disappointment on his face got transformed completely into hope and belief; his face was animated.
Lo, in a moment, the hissing, smoldering fire taking the whole kiln in its range, holds all the small and big sticks in its grip! With thunder like the fearful dense clouds of Asada month the kiln begins spitting constantly bullets of smoke black like collryium. For about thirty or forty yards the area around gets bereft of light... that it seems as if the great subterranean Tamaprabha (one of the hells) is probably sending upward the purest type of darkness! Coming out of the smoky field of commotion the craftsman looks, but the kiln is not visible to him; such is the fearful condition outside, to say nothing of the inside!
The kiln gets filled entirely with smoke, swiftly the smoke is going round in
278 :: Silent Soil
