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Clouds

Clouds He went far off in search of clouds. Wandering through lanes Rise ’n’ fall. Imran and streets, he reached the bare earthen well. And then he walked towards Qureshi, 2014. the unpaved road. A grass cutter, balancing a bundle of grass on his head, Gouache and gold was coming from the other direction. He stopped the grass cutter and leaf on wasli paper. asked, “Did the clouds come this way?” “Clouds?” asked the surprised grass cutter, as though it was a bizarre question. “Yes. Clouds.” And when the grass cutter still looked blank, he walked on, disappointed. Later he asked a peasant, who was furrowing his field, the same question. “Did the clouds come this way?” The peasant did not understand either. Startled, he said, “Clouds?” “Yes. Clouds.” In fact he asked about the clouds the way most people ask after a lost child. Perhaps, to him, the clouds were like lost children. He asked every- body he met, but no one could give him a satisfactory reply. That morning, he had asked his mother first. “Ammaji, where have the clouds gone?” “Who’s gone? Where?” Ammaji asked him incredulously, in a tone that made it obvious she thought it http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

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Abstract

He went far off in search of clouds. Wandering through lanes Rise ’n’ fall. Imran and streets, he reached the bare earthen well. And then he walked towards Qureshi, 2014. the unpaved road. A grass cutter, balancing a bundle of grass on his head, Gouache and gold was coming from the other direction. He stopped the grass cutter and leaf on wasli paper. asked, “Did the clouds come this way?” “Clouds?” asked the surprised grass cutter, as though it was a bizarre question. “Yes. Clouds.” And when the grass cutter still looked blank, he walked on, disappointed. Later he asked a peasant, who was furrowing his field, the same question. “Did the clouds come this way?” The peasant did not understand either. Startled, he said, “Clouds?” “Yes. Clouds.” In fact he asked about the clouds the way most people ask after a lost child. Perhaps, to him, the clouds were like lost children. He asked every- body he met, but no one could give him a satisfactory reply. That morning, he had asked his mother first. “Ammaji, where have the clouds gone?” “Who’s gone? Where?” Ammaji asked him incredulously, in a tone that made it obvious she thought it

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Sep 29, 2015

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