The Pest

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There was chanting in the background, accompanied by an eerie tune that literally smelt of death. I watched the video with a grave grimace and a heart that throbbed one moment and sunk in another. I knew what was coming. It's become kinda usual in terrorist videos nowadays.

The Prisoner

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A pedestal is as much a prison as any small space
- Gloria Steinem, activist, editor (b. 1934)

Dark of the Moon

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"Oh I love her so much," he whispered to himself, as he watched her with his usual calm eyes, "She doesn't leave my sight, not even for a moment in a million years. I never get tired of seeing her face, yet sometimes, some really rare times, I yearn to see what's that she hides behind her."

Pray, enlighten me, please!

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In the whisper of the wind, I feel your caress;
In the softness of the bed, I feel your touch;
In the warmth of the blanket, I feel your hug.

Pray then, enlighten me please,
Why do I go to a temple looking for you?

Chor ki daadi main tinka

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"All arrested suspects given clean chit. Blast investigation remains unsolved. Police commissioner says they are pursuing fresh leads"
Ahmed Reshi walked out, stopped on the verandah and glanced over the dusty deserted street in front of the police station. Ahmed's mind was still blanked out; yet unconsciously he stroked his beard - the one thing he had been doing all that month. The words of the prison warden echoed in his ears. "No it was not your name Ahmed beta. It was the beard that they pounced on. You had a beard and you were running - That was it!

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