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  • Noora Shamsi Bahar

  • After the Half-Time Interval: Part-2

    The next day, Lebu had really blasted a peto at the party's office. Well, he had tried to. The peto had fallen off his maimed hand, right in front of the table. It didn't bounce — rather sort of slumped — like a ball in a slow spin. Everyone shrank in fear. Babluda, the secretary, had pulled his legs up on the bench. He pressed his palms against his ears and stared, wide-eyed.
  • After the Half-Time Interval (Part 1)

    The alley is dark. Dim streaks of light trickle down from the street lamp at the turn.