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In their Good books
Picture this. On a hot, humid tropical summer afternoon sometime in the late 18th century, an English ship drops anchor at the bustling port of Calcutta. Among the many who trudge out of the sea-weathered vessel is an artist, who comes to India in se...  | Read.. 
 
Border song
My mental map of the world was made of orange peels and tracing paper. The orange peels explained the Mercator projection of ...  | Read.. 
 
EYE ON CANNES
In search of spicy curry
Taj revisited
Backstage
 
 
 
Where have all the girls gone'
In a village somewhere in north India, a woman is in labour. Time and again she kicks her legs in agony as the midwife urges her on. Outside the hut, the unborn child's father awaits restlessly. As the first cries of the baby are heard, the men ...  | Read.. 
 
Makeover horrors
The phrase, ďNo, I donít want a colonic irrigationĒ, may be the most important line you must memorise before you enter a spa. Spas and I donít get along. They donít take to my barefoot-around-the-house, no-makeup rules and I ...  | Read.. 
 
Learn by the book
To the aid
Gender blender
Killer show
In their Good books
sound and fury
Blogging comes of age
Monkey business
Patriotic pils
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I SAY, CHAPS
A hundred ways Iíd like to die
No, I donít think they should have shoved tamarind, egg and mustard oil down her throat in that...  | Read..