“When she looked at him now, she couldn't help thinking that the man he had become bore so little resemblance to the boy he had been. His smile was the only piece of baggage he had carried with him from boyhood into manhood.”

Arundhati Roy

Arundhati Roy - “When she looked at him now, she...” 1

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