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In the year 1690
As he tucked his dhoti into a neat knot, Gati tried to listen to his parent’s excited whispers. Though he was just a boy of eleven, he could sense it. There was something different about the day. Through the thatch windows of his agrahara, he had spotted an uncommon number of people on the street. The Read more
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Remembering Mr. Harvey
Fred Harvey paused for a moment to take in the shop’s front. The sober board, with its black background and white letters reading “Bombay Tailoring Company” gave him a quiet satisfaction. The steps leading to it, as always, was spotless. A cycle lounging in the alley beside the shop’s wall told him that Giriappa was Read more
The Ramblings of A Most Ordinary Mind 