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To fuel yet another war this time against Iraq by cynically manipulating people's grief, by packaging it for TVspecials sponsored by corporations sell...more

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At times there's something so precise and mathematically chilling about nationalism.Build a dam to take away water AWAY from 40 million people. Build ...more

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The war for the Narmada valley is not just some exotic tribal war, or a remote rural war or even an exclusively Indian war. Its a war for the rivers a...more

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When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the w...more

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Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.

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But what was there to say?Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snu...more

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They looked at each other. They weren't thinking anymore. The time for that had come and gone. Smashed smiles lay ahead of them. But that would be lat...more

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Glanced up and caught Ammu's gaze. Centuries telescoped into one evanescent moment. History was wrong-footed, caught off guard. Sloughed off like an o...more

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They visited him in saris, clumping gracelessly through red mud and long grass ... and introduced themselves as Mrs. Pillai, Mrs. Eapen and Mrs. Rajag...more

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She discovered that underneath the aspect of the Rumpled Porcupine, a tortured Marxist was at war with an impossible, incurable Romantic - who forgot ...more

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She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for [him] was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

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At least not until the Terror took hold of him. Not until he saw, night after night, a little boat being rowed across the river. Not until he saw it r...more

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The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.

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Something about Tilo’s new home reminded Musa of the story of Mumtaz Afzal Malik, the young taxi driver whom Amrik Singh had killed, whose body had be...more

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Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.