Missing My Bejeweled

A pack of jackals howled out very loudly from a bush causing a minute-long hiatus in the schoolmaster's flow of words. It seemed as if the comically-inclined vulpines in that pitch-dark aggregation reeled with laughter either at the teacher's exposition of conjugal life or at Phanibhusan's naivete. As their lyricism subsided land and water fell doubly silent as before and the gentleman proceeded to tell his story crossing his large shining eyes. This story within a story by Nobel laureate R...