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Goodbye, grandma. Goodbye
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[Book extract] I was given my own room. It didn’t have any glass in the window, but at least I could lock the door.
Capitals are tied together by a common thread despite their seeming differences on the surface.
Even today the Urdu poet's couplets are recited by the common man with great elan.
The Castaways | Long-form
A poet's dispatch from Kochi Muziris Biennale.
The mystic poet displayed an attitude of tolerance that we could do well with in these times.
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He knew a society without meaningful verse was one bereft of dreams and thus bereft of hope.
Gulp Fiction | Long-form