Mata Ji Ashram 10 Rasvanti18plus

In the middle of this chaotic scene stood Mata Ji, the elderly mistress of the ashram. She was wearing her usual saffron robe, but it was now speckled with milk splatters. Her silver hair was slightly disheveled, and her glasses sat crookedly on her nose. Mata Ji looked utterly exhausted, her eyes half-closed, yet a bemused smile was playing on her lips. She was holding a ladle in one hand and a mop in the other, but she didn’t seem to know which one to use first.