Love is nothing but selfish.
Love is everything but true.
More than any other medium… fiction mirrors truth… the reality of my times… so I write fiction.
Friday, January 05, 2007
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Sukhdev Singh is milking a buffalo when I call him. We are speaking after a long gap. His voice carries the same cheerful energy I remember....
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Sukhdev Singh is milking a buffalo when I call him. We are speaking after a long gap. His voice carries the same cheerful energy I remember....
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It has never been about chimneys in this part of the world. So, I come and go using whatever means available; as long as it’s a quick stop (...
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Temperature dropped suddenly. Fog rushed in. All the buildings surrounding the office, despite all the fancy high voltage lights, disappeare...