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who reaches through the shredding the dreadful denudingwho thrusts away the demon embedded entrenchingwho catches the sun and brings it to the cavetell me, girl, who who holds you when light has gonewho touches you when nothing...
Read MoreAuthor: Indrani Robbins
Have we met before
His wife was not feeling well and when she felt out of sorts, he really couldn’t concentrate on...
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Revolution a story
The tiny dark man in spotless white dhoti and panjabi – in Bengal, the kurta has been called that...
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Changi Prison and memories that capture
“I thought it was a fight against insanity if you could really keep your mind occupied by having...
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Maharanis, construction workers, ICS officers – a saree wearer’s longish ramble
Six yards, five and a half metres, sometimes nine yards, of material. You have to wrap it around...
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