Quote, from White Tiger:
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar...cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ran down his chest and waist, reaching down below his hip bones into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.
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Quote, from White Tiger:
A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, the kind that women use in villages to pull water from wells; the clavicle curved around his neck in high relief, like a dog's collar...cuts and nicks and scars, like little whip marks in his flesh, ...[text shortened]... es into his buttocks. The story of a poor man's life is written on his body, in a sharp pen.
That quote doesn't apply to you if you don't live in India.