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"Sah'b! Sah'b! Baksheesh! Salaam! "Sah'b, bakshi?" Apparently vacant, perfectly calm I deign to see naught - hear nothing of her drool. The train will start; then, for a space of time some cool air may dart (with dust and **** across my brow. It is so hot! Next stop, on oath, again I vow more beggars trot. "Sah'b," she whines at me. No notice do I take, but wisdom tells me mental note is sure to make impression clear upon my mind in this heat. I cannot for so long be blind. It is defeat. For, can I, deafened, be unkind, ignore the bleat? "Sah'b," she whimpers at my window. So I turn. She wins - I lose and glance below. Inside I burn, but give no outward sign. I spy a legless ******* slobbering. Worse still, clung to by a babe at ******
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
A Country Station - India, 1944
"Sah'b! Sah'b! Baksheesh! Salaam! "Sah'b, bakshi?" Apparently vacant, perfectly calm I deign to see naught - hear nothing of her drool. The train will start; then, for a space of time some cool air may dart (with dust and **** across my brow. It is so hot! Next stop, on oath, again I vow more beggars trot. "Sah'b," she whines at me. No notice do I take, but wisdom tells me mental note is sure to make impression clear upon my mind in this heat. I cannot for so long be blind. It is defeat. For, can I, deafened, be unkind, ignore the bleat? "Sah'b," she whimpers at my window. So I turn. She wins - I lose and glance below. Inside I burn, but give no outward sign. I spy a legless ******* slobbering. Worse still, clung to by a babe at ******
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
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