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  WORK WITHOUT END
I visit my family's farm in Kerala in southern India once a year and without fail Kunji walks across the fields to see me. She is the mother-in-law of one of our farmhands, and though I can barely understand her ...
 
 
  SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We lived in Chittagong at the time. My father came home one evening from work and said he had a surprise.
 
 
 
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THERE IS A LIZARD ON THIS BUS
Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly ...
 
SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We ...
 
 
 
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