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Behind The Bungalow is a collection of short stories written by Eha, a pseudonym for Flora Annie Steel, a British writer who lived in India during the late 19th and early 20th century. The book is set in the fictional town of Amritsar and explores the lives of the British colonizers and the Indian natives who live in close proximity to one another. The stories in the book range from humorous to tragic and touch on themes such as love, betrayal, and cultural misunderstandings. Some of the stories focus on the interactions between the British and Indian characters, while others delve into the lives of the Indian characters themselves. Throughout the book, Eha provides a nuanced and empathetic portrayal of the Indian characters, highlighting their struggles and triumphs in the face of colonialism. She also critiques the attitudes and actions of the British colonizers, exposing the hypocrisy and cruelty that often underpinned their interactions with the Indian population. Overall, Behind The Bungalow is a thought-provoking and engaging collection of stories that offers a unique perspective on the complex and often fraught relationship between the British and Indian people during the colonial era.All this time sit I, like Tantalus, with the savoriest of Domingo’s ''beefysteaks'' before me and am not allowed to taste it. But I know that in every operation he is animated by an exalted sense of blended duty and prerogative, and if I could really open his mind to the thought that the least of his attentions was dispensable, his whole nature would be demoralized at once; so I endure and grow lean. Another thing which works towards the same result is a practice that he has of studying my tastes, and when he thinks he has detected a preference for a particular dish, plying me with that until the very sight of it becomes nauseous. At one time he fed me with ''broon custard'' pudding for about six months, until in desperation I interdicted that preparation for evermore, and he fell back upon ''lemol custard.'' Thus my luxuries are cut off one after another and there is little left that I can eat.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world’s literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
