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The lie/ short story

By Ajmal Pasarly

Translated by Farooq Sarwar

The snow was falling. It covered the whole earth with immense white heaps. It was a frozen. I covered my neck with the muffler and fast my walking to warm-up myself.

The cool compelled me to enter a shopping centre. I seated on a chair. Now I observed a man very close to me on the other chair with long scattered beard, a bad smell was coming from him, which was intolerable to me. I left my place and seated on a faraway chair. The manager of the shopping centre arrived and through his gestures asked him to go, but he replied. 

My friend is busy in purchasing, when he comes, I will leave the place.

You are a liar; these were your words recently. Now you are repeating these again.

The shabby man closed his eyes, moved his head and once more answered.

Trust me, he is coming soon.

The manager used his mobile phone and called his colleague. At this moment, both men showed their anger.

Prior to this we allowed you on your pretext that there is frozen outside, but you are not speaking the truth. Get out.

I’m ready to leave this place, but I’m not telling.

Both the persons did not allow him to complete his sentence.

Do not say again that you’re not telling the lie.

Now the ragged man changed his tone that I told the lie not intentionally. Really there is cold outside.

Both the workers shouted.

Get out from the shopping centre forthwith.

At the moment, the shabby man left the chair. Now I observed through the glasses of the shopping centre that he seated outside on the footpath like the heap of the falling snow.

The end

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