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A Sufi tribute to Lalbaugcha Raja Some people come with a wish. Some come with gratitude. And some arrive carrying a silence for which they have never found the right words. Mumbai had never been particularly interested in anyone’s grief. It had local trains to run, bills to collect, marriages to arrange, deadlines to meet, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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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
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
