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| A sky of inky tint |
| The Indian memoirs of Lady Canning, the first vicereine |
| When a painterly eye combines with the quill or pen, the outcome is quite striking, particularly in the narration of memoirs. Interestingly, though Indians started writing about their lives by the second half of the 19th century, hardly any appeared ... |
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| Museum piece |
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Sir — I do not think Malavika R. Banerjee is right when she says, “The sari is alive and wel ... |
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| Balance it |
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Sir — The advice of the governor of the Reserve Bank of India, Duvvuri Subbarao, to state-owned ban ... |
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| Freedom song |
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Sir — I agree with Krishnan Srinivasan when he says, “Nation states that are supposed to be the pro ... |
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| Nightmare rides |
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Sir — I feel sad when I see how the Metro Railway is in a shambles today. Something must be serious ... |
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| THE GREAT ESCAPE |
| Magician Merlin is coming to town. Or, at least, that would be the perception of the West Bengal chief minister, who cannot e...|
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Lady, when your lovely head/ Droops to sink among the Dead,/ And the quiet places keep/ You that so divinely sleep;/ Then the dead shall blessèd be/ With a new solemnity,/ For such Beauty, so descending,/ Pledges them that Death is ending,/ Sleep your fill — but when you wake/ Dawn shall over Lethe break.
— HILAIRE BELLOC
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