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| Toda Café blues |
| A palimpsest of loss and greed |
| The sky was a deep uncompromising blue, completely cloudless. From the top of the hill I had climbed, the world was open sky and wave after wave of terraced hills. For a city slick, Ooty is still a queen. The panoramic view from the hilltop held me i... |
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| Driving force |
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Sir — Raj Thackeray’s militant campaign against non-Marathis has come to haunt many in distant Beng ... |
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| RED IN THE FACE |
| The people of Coimbatore are seeing red. This is not because they are angry, but because red has suddenly become the most pro...|
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A serious writer needs a desert island in the morning and the big city at night. As William Faulkner once declared, the perfect home for a writer is a brothel — because in the morning hours it’s always calm and in contrast at night there’s always a party atmosphere. — GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ
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