I just read a beautifully written story in the New Yorker, Nawabdin Electrician, by Pakistani writer Daniyal Mueenuddin. It's online here.
I googled him and found another (very different) story at Zoetrope: Our Lady of Paris.
As soon as I finished reading Nawabdin I read it again, out loud. It sings. It starts out rather R.K. Narayan-ish; i.e. quaint / whimsical, though the writing is better - and then it goes beyond that with a powerful conclusion. Read it immediately!