Ram Pari was small, with a wiry threadwork of muscles across her stomach, which Prabhjot Kaur thought it was mainly to get cool, get a little bit of breeze on her skin, but it released a huffing breath of smell, round there in the air, as real and inescapable as a cloud of heated sparks from the fire in the chaunka.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Sacred Games - pg. 166
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