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The bed creaks with his weight as he turns in his sleep. There's a noise. Two eyes, suddenly wide open. Scanning the dimly lit room as another oncoming wave of sleep hits his fogged up brain. Thud! This time he sits upright, grabs his phone and wanders into the hallway, and under the light, looks at a boy : short, skinny to the bone, long, unkempt hair, slouched against one of the battered walls of the hotel corridor as he bounces a ball off the opposite one. "Who are you? Are you lost?"...
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As I sat about covered in the musty smell of old books and diaries, a thought struck me. "Let's have a look at some of those old photo albums, Ma!" I called after my mother who, as she always is, was busy in a world of her own. "We don't have time for that nonsense, just pack up your things in neat stacks, your father will be here any minute now, wanting to take them to the raddiwala and those books are not going to recycle themselves, now are they?" I huffed and puffed and went back to work, knowing there was no way I could convince my str...
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