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| A brief diary of a Japan journey |
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Takeharu Kunimoto is a Japanese national treasure. When he walks into the theatre of Tokyo’s Museum of Photography in his full performance regalia, the audience stands and applauds. A broadly-built, handsome man of fifty, Kunimoto settles into his chair on stage, adjusts the elaborate kimono, makes ... | Read..
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| The great divide |
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Sir — Recently, I saw several homeless men, women and children, loitering around in the vicinity of ... |
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| Different realities |
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Sir — Brijesh D. Jayal makes some pertinent observations on the methods of strengthening the nation ... |
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| Parting shot |
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Sir — We have now heard the versions of all the stakeholders involved in the drive to clear out cow ... |
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West Bengal is hurtling towards the fate of eating cake since it does not have bread. After the fanfare of the film festival,... | Read..
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I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. — VITA SACKVILLE-WEST
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