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The pitiless Moon shows it all … a splash of glittering silver on a house-top almost directly below the mosque Minar. Some poor soul has risen to throw a jar of water over his fevered body; the tinkle of the falling water strikes faintly on the ear. Two or three other men, in far-off corners of the City of Dreadful Night, follow his example, and the water flashes like heliographic signals. A small cloud passes over the face of the Moon, and the city and its inhabitants—clear drawn in black and white before—fade into masses of black and deeper black.

  

This is from “The City of Dreadful Night”, collected in Life’s Handicap.

Kipling worked as a journalist in Lahore for five years, from the age of sixteen. Here he describes one of his night walks through the old city.


   

   

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