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A death on the tracks, during rush hour
That morning the world dragged its heavy frame over the mundane tracks and paused more frequently than usual. The ticket counters had long winding queues. Tauseef was not surprised, but when he reached the platform and saw the impossible crowd waiting for the train he knew something was wrong. People clicked their tongues and impatiently
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There is no justice
It takes a second of moral judgement to disintegrate that which has been done for selfish needs. A sense of consciousness is all one requires to separate good from evil, wrong from right. But like every other subconscious object in this world, moral judgement and consciousness are fluid, never staying in one place, shifting and
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On death: or life?
Death fascinates me. No matter what we do, we will eventually die. It levels the playing field. It removes boundaries – political, religious, socio-economic. It does not matter who you are. In death, we are all equal. I watched an old relative when he was taken to the electric pyre. I have seen many faces
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Self-Publishers in India
Self-publishing has its own charm and those who know how to take advantage of the process will tell you that it is much better than traditional publishing. You get to choose and control everything the way you want to. Unlike traditional publishing where it can take lightyears for a book to see the light of
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A Sign of Life!
Here I am, playing football with Baba. Is Maa there? No. We are in the park. No. It’s a field. No. It’s my school’s annual sports meet. Where are my friends? I can see them in the classroom. Which class is this? Fifth? Sixth? Seventh? I am sitting on the backbench; we are laughing about
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Traditional Publishers in India
One of the biggest problems that worry new authors in India is how they can get their manuscripts published. Their dilemma arises from the fact that in India the publishing industry is not as well understood as in the west or other countries. The lines that separate different types of publishing are frequently blurred and
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Flights – the journey of a novel in fragments
The distinctness of every culture can be found hidden, like a Morse code, within the nooks and creases of language. Which is why, translation is not an easy job, especially literature where the central idea encompasses a wide range of moods and emotions. It would be wrong to say that Olga Tokarczuk is the exclusive
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Life – a suicide note? II
Dear …, I called you but you didn’t pick up the phone. I called you again but you said you were busy. When I called you a third time we spoke about your problems. You hung up because someone behind you called your name and you said it was something urgent. I let go of
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Life – a suicide note? I
In a world full of chance and randomness, the word “routine” should be a misfit. But the ones who live in great obscurity with unexpected movements and surprising actions are the ones who are shunned, abandoned and frowned-upon by the “minority”. If a lie is the truth then what does that make us? Are we
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