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Subsistence of the Obsolescent
Just as I was about to step into my neighbourhood, I spotted a hearse parked a few metres away from my house. Someone must be dead. Stepping into my neighbourhood is somewhat a transformative experience. One step into the alley off, the busy street, and you feel a steep urban gradient. The loud hustle of…
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A Bushy Affair
Isn’t it curious that the president of a forest turns out to be a bush? Nevertheless, as a ‘beneficiary’ of imperialism, I must confess that the veracity of the ensuing account is somewhat compromised. Names and some details have been deliberately obfuscated for the sake of national (or should I say, personal) security. In days…
Shamasis Bhattacharya 