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| Three chilly days of wishing the cold goodbye |
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The night-time streets are covered with litter. People are eating and drinking like there’s no tomorrow and just dropping their dirty paper plates and plastic glasses to their feet, wherever they happen to be standing. The noise is deafening, the narrow lanes are jampacked with bodies and to top it ... | Read..
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| Dire straits |
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Sir — Metro passengers are facing a serious problem with the entry gates, which often do not work p ... |
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| Sing in chorus |
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Sir — Manini Chatterjee’s article, “Solitary voice” (Feb 11), on West Bengal’s former chief ministe ... |
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| Go slow |
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Sir — I am happy that the forest department has decided to do something at last to reduce the speed ... |
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Evolution can be an enemy of art. That is what makers of period films are discovering with dismay — the 19th-century face is ... | Read..
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All I wanted was to be left alone. They abhor a vacuum, other people. You find a quiet corner where you can hunker down in peace, and the next minute there they are, crowding around you in their party hats, tooting their paper whistles in your face and insisting you get up and join in the knees-up.
— JOHN BANVILLE
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