Sunday, November 9, 2008

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and Andromeda painting

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and Andromeda paintingGuido Reni Baptism of Christ paintingGuido Reni reni Aurora painting
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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