So changing landscapes are also about changing identities.

“Ayya won’t come to school on his bicycle anymore from now on, it seems, da.”

Someone had left the corpse on the bicycle.

“As if you have to ask that low-caste boy’s permission in order to see your own mother!”

Though married, I practice celibacy very strictly.

The wretch was standing there / in a Che Guevara T-shirt and sunglasses—

The only thing that I lack is a single letter from you.

Along the highways / of a refugee’s life / snapshots of childhood memories / hang:

I thought just speaking to Nathan was like participating in a revolution.

It was not possible to think of the youth’s transgression as accidental.

Fear depends on the mind; / the mind depends on experience.

“I am the Great Lord Pabori, who eats the roast of seven lions!”

“I was a fool. I will die and you will live. Return to our young now!”

The cat said, “If I fetch him from down here, what will you give me?”

It is likely that in the folktales preserved in the Sindhi language, we can find the structures and traces of the earliest stories from the Indus Valley Civilization.

Two or three years after Partition, the governments of Pakistan and India decided to exchange lunatics in the same way that they had exchanged civilian prisoners.