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| Sham Lal (1912-2007) |
| “of whom shall we speak? For
every day they die
among us, those who were doing us
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| Nobody’s child |
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Sir — The photograph of “a coffin carrying an unidentified child’s body at the Wagah checkpost” was ... |
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Sir — It was with great dismay that I read the news of a young tribal mother facing harassment be- ... |
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Sir — A lot of changes have taken place in The Telegraph, not all of which are pleasing. I m ... |
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| THE LIGHT AND THE DARK |
| The German poet, Goethe, is said to have cried out for more light as he was dying. He thus equated light to life, death to da...|
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Travelling broadens the mind...[No] it narrows it. Jesus never travelled; not more than a hundred miles; Michelangelo, Rembrandt, Milton: they are people who made a journey of scarcely any consequence at all and subsequently never travelled further. Travel is for people without imagination: dullards, clods; those who need to animate the landscape, otherwise they see nothing there at all. — RALPH RICHARDSON |
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