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He kissed them before he left, those two little boys. He always pinched their cheeks and tells them that he will be home soon.When he held the youngest in his arms, the tiny chump played with his hat. He often wore a hat when he leaves home, and on days like these, with the winds howling throughout the day, his hat was as necessary as his heart pills.
How innocent, the faces of children. What does he tell these little ones when they are old enough to ask: why do you always go to Malaysia, grandad? Today he will land in Kuala Lumpur, the city which holds two kinds of sentiments for him - delight and heartache. Delight because he had never seen a city more beautiful, with its many peoples of different shades and colors. Ever face was a sight to behold. If he were a film maker, as he aspired to be one, Malaysia would be a wonderful place to make movies. But the heartache… The heartache leaves his mouth dry, as dry as the sands of the Gobi dessert. Whenever he thought about it, he felt his heart explode. In his dreams he sees his red, bleeding heart disintegrate into a thousand pieces. His beating, pumping heart, all bloody and spotty, landing on walls, on window panes, on faces of his grandsons. Was it like that for his daughter, too? Oh, Altantuya! He missed her as if she had gone on a long trip and would be back soon. He thought of her every day and wondered if it was his sins which had rendered the girl such bad luck. His sleeps were interrupted by visions of her calling for help. But the moment he reaches out to touch her, she is bombed, bombed into a million shreds. Her blood, splattering on his face, his hands, his hairs..were horrific sights which kicked him out of his bed… Not even the high winds and rains of Ulanbataar’s skies could beat the anxiety of his heart and soul. The moment he received word from the Consul General of his trip to KL, he was both hopeful and miserable. Hopeful, perhaps, justice will soon be done, or so he was told. Miserable, because he knew in his heart, justice might be postponed again… “May our prayers be with Altantuya on Friday”. http://sloone.wordpress.com/2008/10/30/shariibuu-heads-to-kl-with-heart-as-heavy-as-the-winds-in-ulanbataar/
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