A wave of pain started from his shin and went all the way up to his brain veins. An old wound was waking up. He needed to sit down somewhere. He looked around and saw a bench which was occupied by three teenagers who were busy exchanging text messages and ring tones. That footpath was [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Further south of the city of Lahore, in a small town called Malik-Abaad, lived a modest looking man named Kareem Hussein who dyed cloth to earn a decent living. Not having gone to school for full ten years, he hardly had any other option but to help his father at his cloth-coloring shop. By the [...]
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The sound of raindrops falling heavily over the wooden portico kept Kay awake late in the night. She kept telling herself it was the rain that had washed her sleep away, even though a stale taste of a rotten conversation with Johnston was still on her lips. It had been a long time since she [...]
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Saturday, July 19, 2008
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