And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own — Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
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And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own roof, with your family surrounding you, full of the knowledge that you have lived as thoroughly as you wanted to.

— Anita Rau Badami, Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?
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