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LIFE AND EXPERIENCES IN KOTGARH. April 24, 2011 by KOTGARH. June 21, 2010 by KOTGARH. In the evening when the mules are tethered and muleteers sip tea or smoke their hookahs they tell of the many foreigners who had lived in and around Mashobra. The eccentric American missionary who converted the whole of the apple-growing valley of Kotgarh to Christianity and then converted them back to Hinduism.

My crazy world of humorous tid bids and more. He stayed aloof and maintained distance on account of his nature and choice. This is the story of the only true and honest government employee I knew of. It was 15 min past 10 am; he had just made himself comfortable and dusted the files on his desk.