N: Why are you unhappy?
Me:I am not unhappy but just a stranger in my own city.In the words of Sartre,i feel like standing between two cities.One knows nothing of me ,the other knows me no longer.
Did u get what i mean?
N:Yea,in urdu we say 'Dubi ka kuta na ghar ka na ghat ka'!
Me:Goodness me ,thats a crude way of putting it but theres no difference i believe.
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