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So we beat on…
Rows and rows of bookshelves. Simple, dark wood. Unpolished. Yellowed spines in each. Tropical dust motes bouncing around in the sunlight. Flecks from pages, the earth, skin and hair all intermingling. Hushed little corners. Dark but not damp. American books. English books. Satire. sf. Westerns. Thrillers. Best Sellers. Reference books. Each with a little paper…
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Wherever I lay my head
My first memories of Bombay were when we arrived at Victoria Terminus from Jamshedpur via the Bombay Mail. The journey had taken almost 2 days, but in those days travelling by sleeper class was one of the most fun things we could do. It signified the start of a holiday. Something new, something different from…
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Nightingale
I am more a dog-person than a bird-person. I think of dog as people, or at least most of them as little people, you know? But I’ve grown to realize that it is not a dog but a bird to which I am spiritually bound. Do you remember? When you were little, about the sounds…
Between 2 Sips 