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112 pages, ebook
First published February 28, 2007
“She died. I survived. Because I survived, I die everyday.”
“Tere jaane ka asar kuch aisa hua mujh par, tujhe dhoondate dhoondate, maine khud ko paa liya”
- a line I stumbled upon in the pages
I oxygenated my lungs with a deep breath and turned her almost 180 degrees
The best ones had declined me. In fact, most of them had ignored me. Only a handful accepted my request but, unfortunately, they didn't appear that good.
What if she isn't as beautiful as she appears in her pictures? What if she laughs n a very weird way? What if she limps?
The city was not safe for women, especially at night, when the savages of the city came out of their dens and did all manner of ill. So, maybe, her mother felt some comfort knowing I was with Kushi.
'Men build houses, but women make homes.' And now I had found one such woman.
While talking to her I saw the same passenger passing by - the one with the US flag on his T-shirt. I waved at him sarcastically and he moved ahead to economy class as if he hadn't seen me. But I knew he had.
Even her lovely face could not get me to say yes. Maybe because no one appeared as beautiful to me, anymore, as my own Kushi...
...'Ok. Veg or non-veg, sir?; she smiled.
Wow! This time that smile appeared good to me.
'You won't be serving me both?' I asked her as soon as she completed her question...
...'Wow! That smile is pretty indeed,' I told myself.