“Beta, what is this Res Ipsa Loquitur you keep muttering?” my grandfather asked, his voice a slow, deliberate rumble like a judge pronouncing a verdict. “Is it some new kind of TikTok…
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Feka (scratching his head, staring at the puddle-turned-mini-lake in front of his house): “Ah, Banigala! The land of lush hills and… floating slippers. Where else can you wake up to the soothing…
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Scene: Inside a rural police station in Punjab. Fan blades rotate slowly- mimicking the sluggish pace of justice. Files spill over desks like overcooked bureaucracy. Three characters dominate this drama of delay:…
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Scene: Mr. Jameel, a regular, law-abiding citizen, is sitting in his modest home, holding his electricity bill in one hand and Constitution of Pakistan in the other. Jameel (shaking his head): Aray…
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