I Put My Hand Out And Wiped The Vomit From His Lips, And Cooed Soothing Words To Him. It Squeezed My Heart To See Him Suffer Like This - But Where My Genuine Concern For Him Ended And Where My Self-interest Began, I Could Not Tell: No Servant Can Ever Tell What The Motives Of His Heart Are. "do We Loathe Our Masters Behind A Facade Of Love - Or Do We Love Them Behind A Facade Of Loathing? "we Are Made Mysteries To Ourselves By The Rooster Coop We Are Locked In.

-Aravind Adiga

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I Put My Hand Out And Wiped

Aravind Adiga

I Put My Hand Out And Wiped The Vomit From His Lips, And Cooed Soothing Words To Him. It Squeezed My Heart To See Him Suffer Like This - But Where My Genuine Concern For Him Ended And Where My Self-interest Began, I Could Not Tell: No Servant Can Ever Tell What The Motives Of His Heart Are. "do We Loathe Our Masters Behind A Facade Of Love - Or Do We Love Them Behind A Facade Of Loathing? "we Are Made Mysteries To Ourselves By The Rooster Coop We Are Locked In.

Topic

Heart

Genuine Concern

Self

Here's A Strange Fact: Murder A Man, And You Feel Responsible For His Life - ''possessive'', Even. You Know More About Him Than His Father And Mother; They Knew His Fetus, But You Know His Corpse. Only You Can Complete The Story Of His Life, Only You Know Why His Body Has To Be Pushed Into The Fire Before Its Time, And Why His Toes Curl Up And Fight For Another Hour On Earth.

Mother

Father

Fighting