Category: Saadat Hasan Manto Story

  The train was still some time away. Groups of passengers were moving around, trampling the heavy chest of the platform. Fruit carts were floating silently on rubber-tire wheels. Hundreds of electric sparks were watching each other with their unblinking eyes. Electric fans were scattering their air in the form of cold sighs into the… Continue reading Bloody Spit ! Saadat Hasan Manto