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On a grey-cast monsoon morning, bathed in sweat (mine and others - ‘local’ites will know) and scolded for not yet having reached office, I..
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Story of Chatori Potli
Ms. Bhatt had a grimly look on her face. She kept
pressing her cloth bag closer to her, trying to protect it from the uncon..
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