(This was written quite sometime back and was published in Deccan Herald, when I was singularly unlucky with the home help…over the years,…
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As I finished re-reading the thin volume of Good-Bye Mr. Chips, I remembered one of the unforgettable jokes that I had read in…
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#bookreview There comes a time in the life of a writer , when a particular book makes her go all green with envy-…
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When Hercule Poirot asks the young lady sitting in front of him why she wants to rake up a twenty year old murder…
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A hopeful roar among the spectators of the home crowd rose in crescendo as the star among the batswomen, Meghna took her…
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“Do you want more *curry*?” she asked him the spoon hovering over the stainless steel *tiffin* box. It was late afternoon and…
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*Vastara?* The lined face reflected the agony, her withered, arthritic afflicted fingers plucked her housecoat, the eyes that were practically white with un-corrected…
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“The choice is yours. We will await your decision. We’re sorry.” I watched the white coated men leaving me and my son. Should…
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I really don’t know what a fix is for I never did drugs. Nevertheless, the impact of her limpid eyes was an arrow…
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The Malayalam movie, The Great Indian Kitchen has been received with accolades, discussions and stoic silence. Lots have been written about the patriarchy…