Excerpt of A Free Man by Aman Sethi
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It's getting late. On the streets beyond our sheltered
niche, shops down their shutters, workers down their tools,
and the world slowly heals itself in preparation for a long,
bruising tomorrow. Rickshaw pullers and cigarette sellers,
salesmen and repairmen, painters and plumbers, mazdoors
and mistrys count out the day's wages and make their way
to the liquor stores on the cornerstones of every crossing
in this heaving market.
Shielded from the din of the streets, Lalloo snores gently
to himself, Rehaan curls up like a baby. The joint lingers
like an unanswered question. Ashraf and I sit stoned on
our respective stairs, staring at each other through glazed
eyes. 'It's still burning, Aman bhai. Pass?'
Reprinted from A Free Man: A True Story of Life and Death in Delhi by Aman Sethi. Copyright © 2011 by Aman Sehti. First American edition 2012. With the permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.