November 12, 2016
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The newspaper lay open on the breakfast table, its edges slightly crumpled from the force with which it had been unfolded. Vishakha had read the headline once, then again, and then a third time – slower, more deliberate – as if repetition might somehow change what was printed before…
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A journey with words that started in March 2018 has been flourishing with different explorations, and this brings me to the world of blogging.Read More