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you watch animal planet and you see nature at her finest. packs of wolves hunting reindeer in the siberian taiga. graceful gazelles drinking at waterholes in the african savannah. the fish eagle diving for prey by the sea shores. the beautiful arabian horses racing in the saharan desert. and always the arrogant majesty of the [...]
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I
she takes a deep breath and enters the hall, making a beeline for her seat. she slips the cell phone in her purse and looks up for the first time, hoping no one has noticed the flush on her cheeks.
two rows down, the three of them huddle together.
“think it was him? lucky bitch.”
II [...]
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I
he’s been waiting for that specific ringtone to go off for the past seven hours. he assigned it to her number because its his favourite track, an oum kulthum oldie, and it’s the one he always thought of as “their” song.
“maha! hi –“
“asim? shit. got your number by mistake. i was calling asma…”
II
he looks down [...]
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I
he keeps reaching for the salad the waiter kept to his left. it’s the only possible way to look at her without looking like he’s looking at her. the cucumbers and onion rings finish all too soon.
it’s hard to eat when the only thing you can sense is the scent of her open hair.
II
he watches [...]
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partition revisited?
the blast on the samjhota express reminded me of the stories i’d heard from my parents, aunts and uncles about the horrors of making it across the border at partition. i knew i had these 55-ers saved somewhere on my flash drive.
I
they gently pried away the six year old survivor from his mother’s body who started [...]
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year zero
he smiles as the twin orbs of beauty focus on his face and light up in recognition. reaching down into the crib, he gently touches her cheek as if to confirm that something so lovely actually exists.
his wife watches, contented – even though she realizes she is no longer the only woman in his [...]
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“yeh teri nazar ka qusoor hai…”
I
in his stupor, he doesn’t immediately realize that she’s looking directly at him. he blinks once, twice, but she’s still staring in open invitation. emboldened, he rises to cross the road and reach her.
even as the truck crushes his wasted body, she stares into his drugged eyes from her place on the mobilink hoarding.
II
of [...]
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just another night
he thrashes around wildly in the clutch of yet another horrible nightmare. sleep and comfort have not come together since the accident. i’ll be there for you. the words reverberate through his skull and he wakes.
he looks from the picture on the table to the empty space beside him.
i’m so sorry, he sobs.
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from king to clown
i know that this post is slanderous (or is that libelous?) to the extreme but losing a series to the english hurts. especially when that clown panesar takes wickets and a wanker like bell manages to get three centuries – to date.
and i know that the following 55ers don’t make inzi any less of a [...]
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55 not-so-fiction
apart from the fact that i am rapidly (yes i used the word “rapidly” as opposed to the “gradually” a couple of posts ago) inflating to the point where people have started describing me as, and i quote, ‘the fat, balding guy who looks a little like olesugun obasanjo’ – with due cause i might [...]
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underdone
he thinks of calling her all day but something keeps popping up. when he does get her on the phone she’s upset and only wants to vent. he tries his best but he can’t get her to relax.
my life’s a mess, she says.
it ends an hour later with him as depressed as her.
medium rare
he’s telling [...]
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“keep ‘em coming”
this is beginning to get interesting. and the comments recieved show how much into other people we desis all are.
the last table in the second row
I
she looks to her left deliberately ignoring the girl on the other side of the table. she listens to her neighbour’s gossip. there’s no makeup for the wrinkles on her [...]
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yet more 55
the series continues…
guest 1
he’s been sitting for the past two hours looking for someone he recognizes. no good. “should i remove one of the thousand rupee notes from the envelope?“ he wishes the host had the balls to flout the law and serve dinner.
he leaves two thousand bucks poorer with a pocket full of [...]
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more 55
time, time, time! wish i had more time to write. until then tolerate my 55ers. and i’m continuing with the shadi series because of the shadi season. it seems kind of appropriate.
father of the bride
“i’ll ask them for an advance. payable by the end of the year. they know my daughter’s getting married and there [...]
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55 fiction continued
i found a really cool shorts site. and after what is typically icemanic in nature, an interlude that is so long its almost an epoch, i’ve decided to restart the 55 fiction thing. and syaing that takes some nerve whaen you consider i only made one post last time round.
anyways here goes.
mother of the bride
she [...]
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