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Sahota - The year of the runaways

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The Year of the Runaways tells of the bold dreams and daily struggles of an unlikely family thrown together by circumstance. Thirteen young men live in a house in Sheffield, each in flight from India and in desperate search of a new life. Tarlochan, a former rickshaw driver, will say nothing about his past in Bihar; and Avtar has a secret that binds him to protect the choatic Randeep. Randeep, in turn, has a visa-wife in a flat on the other side of town: a clever, devout woman whose cupboards are full of her husbands clothes, in case the immigration men surprise her with a call. Sweeping between India and England, and between childhood and the present day, this generous, unforgettable novel is a story of dignity in the face of adversity and the ultimate triumph of the human spirit. Read more...
Abstract: With all the humanity of A Fine Balance, the sweep of A Suitable Boy, the atmosphere of Maps for Young Lovers and the freshness of Brick Lane, this is a novel about England and India from a staggering young talent. Read more...

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THE
YEAR OF
THE RUNAWAYS
SUNJEEV SAHOTA

PICADOR

WINTER
1. ARRIVALS

Randeep Sanghera stood in front of the green-and-blue map tacked to the wall. The map had come with the flat, and though it was big and wrinkled, and cigarette butts had once stubbed black islands into the mid Atlantic, hed kept it, a reminder of the world outside. He was less sure about the flowers, guilty-looking things hed spent too long choosing at the petrol station. Get rid of them, he decided, but then heard someone was parking up outside and the thought flew out of his head.

He went down the narrow staircase, step by nervous step, straightening his cuffs, swallowing hard. He could see a shape through the mottled glass. When he opened the door Narinder Kaur stood before him, brightly etched against the night, coat unbuttoned despite the cold. So, even in England she wore a kesri. A domed deep-green one that matched her salwaar kameez. A flank of hair had come loose from under it and curled about her ear. Hed forgotten how large, how clever, her eyes were. Behind her, the taxi made a U-turn and retreated down the hill. Narinder brought her hands together underneath her chin Sat sri akal and Randeep nodded and took her suitcase and asked if she might follow him up the stairs.

He set her luggage in the middle of the room and, straightening right back up, knocked his head against the bald light bulb, the wire flexing like a snake disturbed from its tree. She was standing at the window clutching her handbag with both hands.

Its very quiet, Randeep said.

Its very nice. Thank you.

You have been to Sheffield before?

My first time. Whats the area called again?

Brightside, he said.

She smiled, a little, and gazed around the room. She gestured towards the cooker.

We used to have one like that. Years ago.

Randeep looked too: a white stand-alone thing with an overhanging grill pan. The stains on the hob hadnt shifted no matter how hard hed scrubbed. There is a microwave, too, he said, pointing to the microwave. And washing machine. And toaster also, and kettle and sofa-set... carpet... He trailed off, ridiculous to himself. The heater works fine. Its included in the rent. Im sorry theres no TV.

Im used to it. She looked to the wall. Nice map.

Oh. Thank you. I thought... What did he think? I want to visit every continent of the world. She smiled politely, as if hed said he wanted to visit the moons of Jupiter. Its one of my dreams.

There were only two other rooms. The bathroom was tiny, and the pipes buffalo-groaned when he forced the taps. In the centre of the greenish tub the hand-held shower lay in a perfect coil of chrome, like an alien turd.

And this is your private room, he said, opening the second door.

She didnt step inside. There wasnt much to see: a double bed, a rail for her clothes, a few wire coat hangers. Some globs of Blu-Tack on damp, loose wallpaper. There was a long, hinged mirror straight ahead which they found themselves staring into, him standing behind her. She didnt even reach his shoulders. It was cold and he noticed her nipples showing through her tunic. Frowning, she pulled her coat shut and he averted his eyes.

Im sorry, he said. Its too small. And dirty. Ill look for something else tomorrow.

Its fine. Honestly. Thank you for finding it for me.

Truly? He exhaled relief. There is a bus from the bottom of the hill that can take you into town.

And that hill will keep me in shape.

And this isnt an area with lots of apneh. Her lips parted, but she didnt speak. Like you asked, he reminded her. And the gurdwaras only a few stops away. In Burngreave. I can show you? If you like?

Well see, she said. Its late. Can I call you tomorrow?

Of course. But you should know that the flat downstairs is empty. So no disturbances. He smiled, pleased with himself. Yes, this flat was a special find. Especially at this time of year, it is not easy. We were lucky. That we was problematic and knocked him off balance. But I should go, he said hastily. He took up his red tracksuit top and zipped it to his chin, pushing the short sleeves up to his elbows.

She walked him to the stairs, saying, You should probably bring a few of your things and leave them here.

He nearly blurted out that his suitcase was just outside, in the gennel. I will bring some. But I will telephone you first. He wouldnt be one of those boys who turned up at a girls house unannounced and unexpected. Then he remembered about the meter tokens. The light. He pointed down the stairs. There is a meter underneath. It takes the pink electric tokens. Not the white ones. The pink ones. There is a shop around the corner. The aunty there sells them.

She looked confused. Do I have to collect these tokens? Like vouchers?

Collect them from the shop, yes. Only be careful you put the cards in straight. Would you like me to show you? The meter?

Shed never heard of electricity being pink, or white for that matter, but she was tired from the journey and said she really did just want to sleep. But thanks for everything, Randeep.

She used his name, without ji and to his face, which hurt him a little. But this was England. No problem. And do not worry. You wont need any for a while yet. I put lots in before you came.

She thanked him again, then perhaps out of nerves, needing her fingers occupied retightened her chunni over her turban and under her chin. It made her eyes look bigger, somehow.

Randeep opened his wallet and held out some notes to her. Next months. He was looking away. He hated doing it like this. At least when she lived in London it had gone by post. She too seemed embarrassed to take it.

He said goodbye. Halfway down the stairs he stopped, looked round. I hope you dont mind, but is everything all right? You are not in any trouble?

Oh, I just need to rest. Ill be fine tomorrow. Can I call you?

Of course you may. Of course. He smiled, then went down the remaining steps and opened the door. He nodded a final goodbye. She leaned forward out of the doorway, arms folded. She looked uncertain.

Randeep held his suitcase across his lap on the bus ride home. Of course she wasnt going to ask him to stay. It was stupid of him to have thought she might. If anything, he wondered now if shed seemed eager for him to leave her alone. He spat coarsely into his hankie and worked out a bit of dirt on the brown leather of his case, which still gleamed, in spite of the coach to Delhi, the flight to London, and now three months spent wedged on the roof of that disgusting wardrobe.

He got off right outside the house and saw the grey-blue light of the TV flickering behind the closed curtains. Hed hoped theyd be asleep by now. He went the long way round the block, stopping off at the Londis for some of those fizzy cola-bottle sweets.

You are leaving? the singh asked. The suitcase.

I was helping a friend move only.

The TV was still on when he got back. Randeep turned the key gradually, wincing at the loud final snap of the metal tongue, and went straight up to his room on the second floor. He sat there polishing his workboots with toilet roll and after that he changed the blanket on his mattress, taking care with the corner-folds. Then he lay down, the darkness roomy around him, and with no real enthusiasm reached for the toilet roll once more.

It was near midnight when the clanging of the gate woke him up. He hadnt meant to fall asleep afterwards and the scrunch of sticky toilet paper was still in his hand.

Downstairs, he went through the beaded curtain and found Avtar gulping straight from the tap. The back of his uniform read Crunchy Fried Chicken. Randeep stood in the doorway, weaving one of the long strings in and out of his fingers. There was a calendar of tropically naked blonde women on the wall by the fridge. Someone would have to get a new one soon.

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