He was cross and grumpy. The guava was cool and green and calm-looking. He stared at the fruit, wished he could absorb all it's coolness, all it's quiet and stillness into him.
He hit is forehead with the flat of his palm, for drama has a way of overriding ths embarrassment of a situation that should be privately experienced.
'And you, sir, that secret oil you got from the doctor in Side Gully. Clearly, it is not working. Try a good massage with mustard oil and your hair will sprout as thick and as plentiful as grass in Cherrapunjee rain.
Post office clerk climbs tree. Fleeing duties at the Shahkot post office, a clerk has been reported to have settled in a large guava tree. According to popular speculations, he is one or an unusual spiritual nature, his child-like ways being coupled with unfathomable wisdom.
Prices had risen so high, nobody would buy the scraggy chickens sitting in the cages outside the meat shop. Finally the poor butcher had to eat them himself, and after the last one, he was forced to turn vegetarian like the rest of the town.
Not one truthful politiciAn in the whole country. Yes our politicians are thieves, each one answerable to the prime minister, who is the biggest thief of them all. Look how well he's doing. With each new photograph he is fatter than before.
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