Shashi Gupta
Suleiman and Salman Dec 31, 1969
Suleiman cycled through the waste of humanity, throwing a polite smile to anyone who bothered. As he dismounted, he could not help noticing the torn holes in the thin yellow plastic sheet, which offered the only cover to his dignity and self-respect.
The Balloon Seller Dec 31, 1969
Chutki fondles its sand-ridden scabby skin. Rani responds with an effusive wagging of it’s balding tail. Dog and girl sit together for sometime. With a brisk movement Rani aims at one of the balloons
Mistaken Identity Dec 31, 1969
Looking at it from a distance, I think I punched myself out of the ring. No regrets about that. Just that, growing up is extremely painful.
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