An excerpt of Manan appears in The Bombay Review
‘Is that you, Manan?’ Taiji’s voice from behind the window of her bedroom.
Has she been waiting there to pounce on him? ‘Yes, Taiji.’
‘Tauji is calling you.’
‘In a minute, Taiji.’
Quickly he hides behind the veranda pillar and then crawls on all fours into the side alley. Here, under the shadow of the porch and out of Taiji’s sight, and away from those idiots inside. Tauji is calling him – so what? Why should he answer their calls? He is a full, complete human being, not a toy, not a massage mach...
Has she been waiting there to pounce on him? ‘Yes, Taiji.’
‘Tauji is calling you.’
‘In a minute, Taiji.’
Quickly he hides behind the veranda pillar and then crawls on all fours into the side alley. Here, under the shadow of the porch and out of Taiji’s sight, and away from those idiots inside. Tauji is calling him – so what? Why should he answer their calls? He is a full, complete human being, not a toy, not a massage mach...
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