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A story about a struggle for a good life - Story in 55 words |
| “Next please,” summoned the immigration officer. Shoulders drooping, I approached him, struggling to obliterate depressing memories of a weeping wife and a howling daughter as I bade them farewell. Holidays ended, I had to return to my Gulf job. Alone! Passport stamped; time to embrace twelve months of separation, loneliness and yearning! Price of prosperity! |