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.....pale light bulb casting its  faded mello light in the room failed to illuminate it and instead made it look more mysterious,  crouching with hus both legs  joining at the knees on a cot covered with a white sheet the nan chaniya turned to look at the khwaja with unseeing  eyes,  he was still there collapsed in a chair  motionless  , still cold in the dancing girl,s red dress  , not only  his  face but also his eyes were  absolutely  blank  devoid  of any emotion