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He gave me a last wink of the night as I stepped out into the dark Calcutta Street, now a thousand foreign smells and noises invading my senses. I must grow a thicker skin, I said to myself, and fast, or else this Indian society shall pierce it and make me into an unlikely martyr, the St Sebastian of Bengal. I tried to smile at my own joke but without success and stepped gloomily into the Indian night.
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Extracted from the novella The Tea Jungle by Sophie James. To comment or find out more about this work, please contact sophie on dodiealexander@yahoo.co.uk
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