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been clinging on to a futile hope, _they'll fix him and we'll take ; this isn't "it"_, and his instant reaction to the doctor's words was rage. _You're the mechanic. Don't tell me the car won't start; mend the damn thing_. Changez was flat out, drowning in his lungs. "We can't get at his chest in this kurta; may we . . ." _Cut it off Do what you have to do_. Drips, the blip of a weakening heartbeat on a screen, helplessness. The young doctor murmuring: "It won't be long now, so . . ." At which, Salahuddin Chamchawala did a crass thing. He turned to Nasreen and Kasturba and said: "Come quickly now. Come and say goodbye." "For God's sake!" the doctor exploded . . . the women did not weep, but came up to Changez and took a hand each. Salahuddin blushed for shame. He would never know if his father heard the death-sentence dripping from the lips of his son.
Now Salahuddin found better words, his Urdu returning to him after a long absence. _We're all beside you, Abba. We all love you very much_. Changez
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