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Mamata Banerjee can sometimes seem endearingly like a deprived child let loose in an expensive toy shop. One moment she craves London, the next, it’s Switzerland. In a trice, her seemingly fickle attention has flickered off to Singapore. There, she first demands the Jurong bird park, then the night ...   | Read..
 
Letters to the Editor
Kick the bucket
Sir — Celebrities are drenching themselves with ice water for a cause: to raise funds to find a cur ...  | Read.. 
 
Puppet master
Sir — The Indian cricket captain, M.S. Dhoni, has shown unacceptable audacity by commenting that Du ...  | Read.. 
 
LETTERS FROM BIHAR
Crushing blow
Sir — The train accident in Bihar has brought to the fore, once again, the slackness in the ...  | Read.. 
 
LETTERS FROM ODISHA
High time
Sir — The Cuttack district administration had demolished four religious structures in June that had come up illegally on government l ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL

ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY

People tend to use the word, depression, and its derivatives most glibly when talking about writers. The temptation t...   | Read..
 
REVIEW ARTS
Listen to what the voices say
Monologues have many uses and do not imply monotony, two points proved by a variety of them that entertained us recently. Interestingly, the majority dealt with gender issues,...  | Read.. 
 
Ordinary encounters
On an assignment to Banaras, I had been struck not by the spiritual but by the worldly charms of this ancient city. I remember watching seers fleecing wide-eyed tourists with ...  | Read.. 
 
Building up beautiful stories
Classical dance requires vigorous practice and a supple, slim body. Thorough learning is an absolute necessity to be a commendable dancer. Antardrishti, an evening of O...  | Read.. 
 
OPED
Looking East and beyond
Addressing the 12th India-Asean meeting in Nay Pyi Taw a few days back, the external affairs minister, Sushma Swaraj, rightly...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head. — ORHAN PAMUK