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No right, no wrong. No destiny, no karma, no kismat. It’s all there, the tide of circumstances, events and results. That impels him to know more about his history if there was one of a cindered family tree. His father, somewhere on the other side of the border, Pakistan, didn’t arouse his interest. Never never never. The two mothers do. Abba, father, was instructed by ma with steely resolve, never ever to see the boy. He attempted to; it would have been abnormal if he hadn’t. He was humiliated. Like those countless treaties between India and Pakistan—ineffectual. Maybe abba is dead now, maybe he’s a lech with a merry-go-round of a family and mistresses in Lahore, Karachi, Islamabad, Wherever a bad. Who cares.’
Publication Date:
28/02/2012
Number of Pages::
264
Binding:
Paper Back
ISBN:
9789381607091
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No right, no wrong. No destiny, no karma, no kismat. It’s all there, the tide of circumstances, events and results. That impels him to know more about his history if there was one of a cindered family tree. His father, somewhere on the other side of the border, Pakistan, didn’t arouse his interest. Never never never. The two mothers do. Abba, father, was instructed by ma with steely resolve, never ever to see the boy. He attempted to; it would have been abnormal if he hadn’t. He was humiliated. Like those countless treaties between India and Pakistan—ineffectual. Maybe abba is dead now, maybe he’s a lech with a merry-go-round of a family and mistresses in Lahore, Karachi, Islamabad, Wherever a bad. Who cares.’