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Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

Personal

  • Your face my lord, is like a book, wherein men may read strange matters   These words spoken by Lady Macbeth to her husband, if I recollect from my slowly fading schoolgirl memory, can well be applied to a man’s bookshelf for what he reads is what generally appeals to him. A bookshelf, therefore, is Read more

  • Stop work

    I just can’t take this any more. The weather is getting hot a real sultry humid Mumbai hot when you can’t make it whether the moisture on your face is the humidity or your sweat or possibly both. For a whole year now our  building is covered with scaffolding while the structure is being reinforced. Read more

  • “What does your name mean to you? Do you like it or hate it? Why?”, an edition of IndiSpire.  When I was born all those years ago, my father took one look at me and decided I should be named Sunita. He didn’t even ask my mother what she thought of the name which was Read more

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