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| Saigal
Who? |
| The teenage bedroom wall
is a remarkable social register. There you can find the take-away body of the
week, the adolescent demaogue of the fortnight and the multiplex star of the month
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| Eye on New York |
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| In photographic memory |
| A mirror and a woman. You can see a glorious black mane tumbling down a slim sari-clad back. In the golden glow of the hazy sunlight bouncing off the mirror, she seems fully engrossed in herself. And beyond the curved bed poster, another pair of eyes... |
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| Last
Word: Ms India, anyone? |
| In the first fine careless rapture after our wedding, my husband and I sailed forth into the uncharted waters of house-hunting in Delhi. The fact that we had different surnames didn’t even register, nor did it enter our heads that anyone would be con... |
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| Still from Devdas |
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