Hello Everyone,
I once read the book, The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. I loved the book. Everyone else did too that's why it won the Man Brooker Prize 2008.

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"All right!"
I moved closer to the woman on the bed. She neither resisted nor encouraged. I touched a curl of her hair and pulled it gently to get her to turn her face toward me. She looked tired, and worn out, and there were bruises around her eyes, as if someone had scratched her.
She gave me a big smile—I knew it well: it was the smile a servant gives a master.
"What's your name?" she asked in Hindi.
I moved closer to the woman on the bed. She neither resisted nor encouraged. I touched a curl of her hair and pulled it gently to get her to turn her face toward me. She looked tired, and worn out, and there were bruises around her eyes, as if someone had scratched her.
She gave me a big smile—I knew it well: it was the smile a servant gives a master.
"What's your name?" she asked in Hindi.
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"What do you want?"
I didn't like the way he asked that one bit; I put a big smile on my face.
"Any need of a driver, sir? I've got four years' experience. My master recently died, so I—"
I didn't like the way he asked that one bit; I put a big smile on my face.
"Any need of a driver, sir? I've got four years' experience. My master recently died, so I—"
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I removed the maharaja tunic, and then I went to sleep. I was tired as hell—but on my lips there was the big, contented smile that comes to one who has done his duty by his master even in the most difficult of moments.
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Don't forget to grab a copy of the book. Just have a look.
with warm regards
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