Bapsi Sidhwa

  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    he formed the centre of a convivial group of eager acquaintances. A lick of dark hair marked his bronzed forehead
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    Confident, debonair, aware of all the stares drawn to him, he appeared marked for success
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    That was before the terror inspired by the military rulers had been accommodated by the cosy nepotism and escalating corruption that were to follow.
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    The theatre of war had shifted south to the Punjab plains.
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    That night we forgot to take our infant daughter Parizad from her cot when the sirens sounded for the third time
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    Propped up against pillows Cyrus gazes at me in the mirror
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    Hardly any civilian casualties—only officers and conscripts dying.’
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    I finally let go of the control I have exercised to keep the children and servants calm, and begin to sob. I shake so much I can barely hold the receiver to my ear.

    ‘What’s the matter, Jaan? Are you okay?’ Cyrus shouts anxiously, his exultancy sapped.
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    An Armoured Division is at the border guarding the city.’
  • Usman Najamhas quoted2 years ago
    The servants are carrying their luggage in
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