Bye-Bye, BlackbirdHind Pocket Books, 1971 - 266 páginas |
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Página 27
... Jasbir . " It's only these Pak- istani Punjabis who go soft . The Lahore wallahs were never known for their strength ... Jasbir . " You Bengalis have so much trouble tying up your dhotis , you'd never get into the fight till it was too ...
... Jasbir . " It's only these Pak- istani Punjabis who go soft . The Lahore wallahs were never known for their strength ... Jasbir . " You Bengalis have so much trouble tying up your dhotis , you'd never get into the fight till it was too ...
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... Jasbir , " said Mala , and laughed so hard that Jasbir had to tell the story . " We were travelling on this very crowded bus when an Englishwoman got on , carrying a whole lot of parcels . No one got up for her and she sniffed , " There ...
... Jasbir , " said Mala , and laughed so hard that Jasbir had to tell the story . " We were travelling on this very crowded bus when an Englishwoman got on , carrying a whole lot of parcels . No one got up for her and she sniffed , " There ...
Página 157
... Jasbir and Samar seemed almost deli-- berately determined to pursue her with their holi- day exuberance . " Mala , " shouted Jasbir , " come on , woman . You're supposed to be an Indian wife , always serving her husband . Why don't you ...
... Jasbir and Samar seemed almost deli-- berately determined to pursue her with their holi- day exuberance . " Mala , " shouted Jasbir , " come on , woman . You're supposed to be an Indian wife , always serving her husband . Why don't you ...
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Adit Adit's arms asked began blue British brought called chair child cold colour course dark dear don't door Emma England English eyes face feel feet felt friends garden gave girl give green grey hair hands head hear heard Indian inside Jasbir keep kitchen land Lane laughed leave light lines listen live London look Mala Miller Miss morning mother moving never night once play ring Roscommon-James rose Samar Sarah seemed shouted shut silence smiled sound stand stood stop Street suddenly sure sweet talk tell things thought told tree trying turned voice waiting walked walls watching window wonder young