" What is there to tell? She kept rolling out words and I kept listening.”
“What did she say? What did you say?”
“I could hear not a single word that she uttered. What did I say? I could say nothing. Friend! My senses and judgement, self-restraint, peace, my entire strength - all deserted me. I ran to her and stood before her with folded arms like a slave. O Jitaji, like the moth that flutters around the candle I offered my life as a sacrifice to her. "
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi , The Thugs & a Courtesan