1945, Bijnor, a man went door to door with
a basket of leeches. He never shouted his arrival
like the ice-candy man calling Ice!
Instead, the basket came unannounced, he’d
set it down when the door opened, Is there
illness in the house? My father was five,
his mother had a fever, it was too early
…
40 years of Granta

The Silkworms
Nothing to see here!

Peace Shall Destroy Many
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?

Blue Sky Days
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?

Vladimir in Love
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?

The Transition
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Sadaf Halai
Sadaf Halai's poetry has appeared in Ploughshares and various other publications. She divides her time between Toronto and Karachi.
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