She was so cruel, Izerail; she gave him no time to hug, embrace his daughter; bid us, his friends, farewell or, set his studio in order. _________//_________
(iii) The morning after his departure a shroud of smoke floated in from the South to blanket the sun, choke our lungs, sting eyes to tear . . .
It was as if, dear Ismail, the whole world had gone into mourning.
Cecil Rajendra (22 June 2013)
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