Purdah

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‘WO! Majhar, check this shit. This guy has no shame, nor Allah’s fear. What’s the problem with these celebs man?’

‘Why, what happened?’

‘Look, he shared his pic, with his wife. That bitch is wearing a low neck, sleeveless dress. Shameless, let me treat him with a befitting tweet.’

‘Hmmm! But how’s that bad.’

‘A married woman wearing such obscene dress, putting her pic on display, and you say what's bad. She must be clad in a burqa. A million eyes are ogling at her, that, is the PROBLEM.’

‘So what, Bhai do topless in his movies, so does many others, that doesn’t raise a brow.’

‘Don’t put Bhai in this, he’s a man and a real gentleman. Don’t you know about his charitable deeds?’

‘Hmmmm! Gentleman you say. Does a gentleman slap his girlfriend in public, humiliate her? I don’t think so and if such is, I am better an inhuman, than being human. And now if you’re going moral police, care to preach the ones who support SISI? Those savage bastards kill people in the name of Islam; rape women, trade them and what not, never heard your voice condemning them, and that, is hypocrisy my friend. Last thing, if a male is aroused so easily by looking at women with small clothes, the problem is in his eye, his medieval sexist mindset. I don't see Allah's will in you, nor in them.'

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It's everyone's fight

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‘This is nonsense! It’s been three hours; I am freezing and there’s no respite. I have to stand here like a beggar, for my own MONEY.’ He burst.

‘Cool down Sir! This is for our nation’s well being only. We must learn from our army; they guard our frontiers in such severe conditions, away from their family. And here we complain, not ready to adjust for a couple of months even.’ Sukhmani tried to calm him.

‘FYI! I am an ex-army man.’ He sneered at him.

Sukhmani was immersed in contemplation. A minute later, he walked to the guard. They exchanged a few words and the latter went inside, coming back with the branch manager.

‘Sir! It’s an honor, to be at your service. We commoners can’t repay what you and your fellow men have done for us. But within my authority; you don’t need to stand in a queue anymore. Nor does the senior citizens, or the divyanngs or any special case. Our branch will cater to them separately, for their convenience.’

He was overwhelmed; looked at Sukhmani, this time in admiration.

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‘It’s completely okay Sir! You have fought with the outer demons for years. Join us in the fight with the inner ones this time.’ Sukhmani’s hand waved for a salute, in pride.

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Match:

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‘Look Rana! You are on strike and hence, things rest on you. 5 runs in 2 balls, you can hit it; just go for it buddy.’ Shergill patted his star batsman.

‘No worries Cap, consider us won.’ He had win many earlier for his team, his country. He looked poise for it today as well.

The field was set; spectators were going crazy, chanting their star batsman's name. With the bowler progressing towards him, the temperature was soaring; anything could happen, but they wanted a six.

The ball was an inswinger; he lofted his bat, and missed. The bails were off, the match was lost. The crowd went complete stunned. Despaired, he couldn’t raise his face.

Shergill walked to him, ‘It’s okay Rana, no one’s perfect. We’re not Gods.’

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“You are not a God Rana. You are allowed to err, especially when one such, can earn you a penthouse in Madrid.” The bookie’s words echoed his mind.

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