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“I don’t want to marry Manisha,” I told my mother. My mother looked stunned – as if she had been stunned pole-axed. Suddenly there was a metamorphosis in her expression – a distant look across my shoulder followed by a smile of forced geniality. “Keep quiet. Manisha is coming…!” my mother whispered. I turned around quickly and saw Manisha entering the wicket-gate and walking towards us. Manisha wished my mother, she smiled at me and said to me: “I want to come and see you off at the airport.” “Why bother? I’ll go on my own,” I said, “Th...
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Every day is a struggle. A new day brings a new way for death to sneak up on me. He is waiting for the time to take me, a time for my body, mind and spirit to give up on the fight for survival. This place, this horrid place is slowly destroying me. My hope to return home safely dwindles every day. Just as a candle flickers at the end of the wick, I can feel my life giving its last dance before the eternal end. And what saddens me most, is I am probably in the best condition, compared to the other prisoners who have been captured by the Japan...
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