Ghoora [घूरा] Death & Choora dahi in the village: lessons from nothingness! By Ratnakar Tripathy Recently, when I visited my village, as I now routinely do twice year during the months of November and then in March, I did get to sit around the Ghoora [open fireplace] and mix among the village folk as best as I can. This helps me justify the title of this column even though anyone in the village could make out I am just an impostor from the city as I never do manage to sit on my haunches with comfort, the inbuilt chair possessed by the human body. For fear of toppling face down...