“The boy emerged out of the earth, clinging to the end of the rope. He was covered in slippery sewer sludge, and when he stood up, he shone and shimmered in the sun with a terrible beauty. His hair, stiffened by the muck, flared from his head like a crown of black flames. Behind him, the slum smoke curled towards the sky, and the hellishness of the place was complete.”
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Rohinton Mistry,
A Fine Balance