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It has always been my favourite place since Drona introduced me to it. I liked it more than other watering holes of the city because of its decor which had lot of oak wood furniture. Another thing about it is its quietness, a gentle quietness, oft accentuated by the sombre gravity it carried because of [...]
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Prologue :   Ever since I was a writer, I dreamed of giving speeches, traveling to places, and living in luxurious hotels. As I stood now in front of the Hotel Empire, in Dr. Zakir Hussain Marg, New Delhi, I saw that dream come to life. And it was all because of my new book, [...]
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Prologue : I was supposed to take the last train out of Taraganj. It was mostly dark, almost like a lump of tar thrown against a black wall. There were a lot of mosquitoes on the lone platform. I sat down and started swatting them whenever they came and hummed near my ears to signal [...]
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Prologue : Holding the mic in one hand and certificate on the other, Naina in her mesmerising voice addressed the crowd with this question, "Do you all know that Superheroes are real? YES! They are called single dads". Saying this she waived her hand and called out her Paa from the crowd to join her [...]
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Prologue :   When I was a small child my father built a house at Behala in Kolkata. Those were the days when Behala was not very crowded. There were open spaces and meadows with mango and coconut trees. There used to be thickets of shrubs and bamboo trees with holes of foxes and at [...]
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Prologue : "Om Nammaah Shivaay... Om Nammaah Shivaay... Om Nammaah Shivaay", I could hear Thapa uncle chanting his daily morning prayers in the pooja ghar. Thapa uncle was an ardent devotee of Mahadev, known as Shiva, the destroyer and benefactor. Uncle was a hard-working man putting night shifts in a chemical factory to take care [...]
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At Leopold Cafe, Colaba in November 2016, I sit at a table with a coke float. My father and my sister are with me. I wear a pink t-shirt with blue graphics and Coldwater Creek jeans, purple like the insides of a mulberry. We have come to this city after many years, and remember an […]

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This story is about soldiering when a soldier lives through his soul, buried deep inside him. This is a story of bond between two soldiers, right to say, association for life. It reveals that special bond, which puts us inside the interior of a soldier and his heart. Plot of the story goes back to [...]
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