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We used to go for walks during evenings. I and
Karat.
Discussions between us were as long as days in the
month of June.
We puffed air in the condoms and made balloons
and threw them in the Burlton Park Stadium during a
cricket match between India and Pakistan. That were
their junior teams.
People thought we were homosexuals and
congratulated us the day the House of Commons
legalized gay-marriages in Canada.
And when that bastard looking rascal of the corner
house went to Hazoor Sahib with his family and gave
us keys to look after his things, we brought a VCR
and arranged three beds in their back room and
made it ready with room-freshener and all, but that
Rajrani’s son suddenly became so unwell that she
couldn’t come and returned us our advance. We had
already chewed Viagra pills and our pants got so
stretched up that they were looking like tents. That
whole night we kept doing the switches on and off
and changing fuse, but the electricity didn’t come. In
the morning, Sharma took his VCR back and we
folded the third bed back to its place.