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She wanted money for a shroud for her dead husband. I glanced across the road. Indeed, somebody lay on the pavement. I didn’t know if he was dead, but I didn...
The Chequered Game of Writing
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I think I have finally come across a nice analogy for why people write
novels/stories (fiction, to be vague). This is mainly because, when I
started read...
change
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History repeats itself
One year ago - may be 14 months ago - I didn't want to leave Mumbai. I was
wary of leaving the company of sai, rajendra, payal, diese...
Questions abound
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1. How do traditional occupations come to be?
2. How come Kachchh has such a huge livestock population?
3. Why did dairy business not survive i...
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