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‘I want to try your hairband!’ The band in question was black and orange with large embroidered flowers. A bit too millennial for a 40-something like me, but the person asking for it was even...
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This Thursday, there were two defining moments at the periphery of the real action that captured my attention. The first was when a greatly excited Arnab Goswami shouted out Sunny Leone’s name instead of Sunny...
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In the midst of a meandering trek across a hill in the Western Ghats, an ebullient wildlife conservationist points out a barely discernible hornbill bird on a branch overhead. ‘You know, the hornbill female cements...
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It was sometime during the Upper Paleolithic age that one of our ancestors woke up on a dull morning, looked at a dreary cave wall and decided, ‘Dude, we sure need to jazz this up.’...
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10 am There is a young woman sitting across the table. She is an accountant and here for a job interview. I look at her resume and three things stand out immediately. 1. She says...
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8am Mother calls me in a tizzy to say, ‘My TV has conked off and the repair fellow wants 20,000 bucks for some parts. Ridiculous! I have half a mind to just get rid of...
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A blue planet hangs in space with the help of God or perhaps just good old gravity and on a minuscule spot on this vast surface, I crouch in the dirt, working on my garden...
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7.30am Coffee in hand, I start on a story called A Cup of Salt Tears. Lurking within is a kappa, the famous Japanese green monster who often sneaks up on unsuspecting victims and takes their...
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9am back from the Christmas break, the house is bursting at the seams with my entire family. I decide to hide in my room to catch up on the news when my teenager walks in....
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The baby belongs to a reading class called The Joy of Reading. Every Saturday, this group of six-year-olds usually sits in my guest room and reads aloud from their library books. The beleaguered teacher not...
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