“I'd seen death at Maiwand. Dying friends and dead Afghans. On the road to Khandahar....and Karachi. Each time is different, but to me the pain was the same. An ache twists inside when a friend's eyes plead, pleading that gives way to realization, that final contortion as the body fights to hold a soul already breaking free, tearing its way out.” MurderSuicideSocial StratificationHistoric Bombay Book:Murder in Old Bombay Source: Murder in Old Bombay