She remembered those days as she saw him under the scorching
beam of sun standing in the lawn that how she met him suddenly in art gallery
in London when they both were studying in different local universities and how
they fell in love and what happened then and what she had done ran in her mind
so fast that when someone called her name she shook her head and answered “Ok”.
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The bag was hanging down grippe by the little fingers of
small hand; the small little feet were stepping forward not covered with
slippers on the dusty road having stones on it and shops on both sides from
where yelling were coming out and wires running straight above the road talking
to the sky. The feet stepped in the small little house having darkness in it
because of load shedding where a normal weighed was seen working in the
kitchen-at the right of the small and rectangular lounge. The owner of the feet
was looking for something or for someone. He was walking straight in the
lounge-having a sofa and a table which can be seen as you enter in his
house, upon seeing what he want his feet
ran in the room and plopped down on the floor with his bag jumped down on the
floor and asked him-sitting on the floor with the feeling of being failure he
was working on his …., “Abba algebra kyun hota hai” (Dad why there is algebra?).
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“tannnnnnnnnnnnn tannnnnnnnnnn” the jigging wiggling clock
placed on table was pushed hardly down by creeping crawling hand coming out of
blacket with “Uff yaar” (Oh) to have sweet and rest-giving sleep. “Farhan yaar
taang na kar!” (Farhan, don’t disturb me!) the hand sneaked under the soft
cream colored furry blanket under the air conditioned four walls “Sone de” (Let
me sleep) he shouted “yeh main hoon, mera bhai nahi”(It is me, not my
brother).
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