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glare of the sun gleaming on the steel thermos, which made Mrs. Mehta linger for a while. It was something about the man: a strange kind of energy exuded from him. His body was hunched over protecting itself from the biting cold and his steps were slow but there seemed to be an energy, a force that was driving him on, making him place the walking stick one step at a time ahead of him. It was evident that he didn’t know where he was headed and stumbled down several times out of sheer exhaustion. Yet again, he would get up and walk, on and on. Ice had formed on either side of his mouth and right below his nose, ice frosted over his ears and his lips had a bluish tinge, his face weather beaten, creased, his breath audible, long drawn and deep. It was a slow, treacherous climb till the summit; the sky was gray. After some time the snowstorm abated. He was visibly enthused; he climbed, rappelled and walked concentrating only on the next step ahead of him. He had stopped looking at the summit, and yet slowly he was getting there. The rain pounded on the windows, she sat immobilized; suddenly the door bell rang, she moved a little forward to the edge of the sofa, placed her palms downwards to hoist herself up on her feet but this time a little easily, a bit quickly. She walked to shut the door of the balcony, stepping over the puddle of water and then walked over to open the door. Mrs. Kapur peered inside through 98
the wooden lattice door (that Mr. Mehta had insisted on having after reading about the rise of house robberies) and she was surprised to see Mrs. Mehta open the door herself. Usually she would click open her way in with the housekey Mrs. Mehta left with her. Mrs. Mehta, still not used to empty silences and lonely rooms, was only too glad to see her neighbor. Mrs. Kapur entered in holding a round steel box and since this was Mrs. Mehta’s birthday had dressed with care: she had combed back her hair, after flattening it with a little oil and water, and kohl lined her eyes behind thick glasses. She wore a pink silk sari that she knew Mrs. Mehta liked. Mrs. Kapur was too timid to come to meet her neighbour when Mr. Mehta was around so she came to meet her neighbour only in the afternoons – the time she is sure he is absent. Mrs. Kapur was unlike her neighbour in every way possible. She was pale and thin, with a long neck, almost lizard like in appearance. At her age she walked five rounds of the near by municipal lake every morning. “Happy Birthday,” she said, feeling a little funny for saying it in English. Then she didn’t know what else to say so she looked at her fingers and tugged at her rings. Mrs. Mehta, picking up the cue, said, “It is always like this on my birthday, I can’t remember a single birthday when it hasn’t rained. I remember I could never even wear new clothes on my birthday at school.” 99
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ABSTRACT Title of Thesis: Monsoon c
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© Copyright by Jesal Harin Kanani
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Acknowledgements Thanks to, Mummi f
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SUMMERS IN AGAAS All I knew was I h
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water - only its coolness cascading
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(that too all dressed in white) cam
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We ran out together, beyond the ice
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At Agaas, the train chugged in only
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forgotten my Mom? I peeked outside,
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prasad (actually mohanthal) which h
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We sat under the sun, looking at a
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- cry. I stared and stared at the o
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IRISH COFFEE “Keep the front rack
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“But you said that customers alwa
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Internet too, sometimes when there
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Rohan joined us the day after Holi,
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are all the Anime DVDs and game CDs
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“I would warn you against spraine
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and mothers‐in‐law and called g
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you ignore, refusing to pay it due
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The next day I did something, I had
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dog‐eared pages. All I had to do
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it was time to get ready for office
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After the play, we moved outside to
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“Social work.” A half mocking s
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Clutching her khadi bag close to he
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Page 63 and 64: Megha waved her hand. “No, no you
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Page 67 and 68: He wakes up slowly, carefully, so a
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Page 141 and 142: FLAME OF THE FOREST Shobha thought
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“Yes, but after the monsoons are
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Dear Shilpa, Your phonecall changed
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themes on which they would compose
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