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Submitted to Contest #311
Under the gathered shade of his jujube grove, abba often talked to his frail figure. He patted his worn thighs with a gentle whisper of, Is dard ka kia banega?What will become of this pain?His bones never answered. Mirpurkhas, owed to the Talpur Mirs, allowed us a life of grit. Abba had inherited a grove of 25 Jujube trees and the earth under that homed their roots. Our limbs had hardened through a childhood among these trees. Most of my early mornings were spent picking leaves for Dada’s morning and evening tea; a homeopath’s prescription ...
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