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The first shell landed just before Fajr. Nobody in the neighbourhood asked where it had fallen. People who have lived with violence for years do not ask where. They ask whose. By sunrise, another road had closed. By noon, another funeral had passed. By evening, someone would already be discussing wheat prices. Life has strange … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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Arjun Malhotra did not plan his disappearance so much as he rehearsed it, the way a diver rehearses breath. In the week before he vanished, he did not change a thing. He rang the opening bell at the exchange with a smile that looked welded to his face. He walked a visiting minister through the … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
