“
Yes, I’d still have Sonia. And Zia. And so many other things that Karim
no longer had. I’d still have the Arabian Sea and Sindhri mangoes, and
crabbing with Captain Saleem, who had the most popular boat of all
because his business card promised ‘Guaranteed no cockroach’, and, yes,
there’d still be those bottles of creamy, flavoured milk from Rahat Milk
Corner and drives to the airport for coffee and warm sand at the beach and
Thai soup at Yuan Tung; yes, Burns Road nihari; yes, student biryani; oh,
yes, yes, yes, all that, and all that again. So why complain? Why
contemplate words like ‘longing’?
After all, it was just the ends of my sentences I was losing.
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