He lunged forward with an unsteady grace. His cheeks were pallid. His sunken eyes longed for sleep. It was February; that time when the weather
“Yesterday my wife & I were travelling from Kayamkulam to Bangalore. I would like to highlight the meticulous service provided by both the drivers during
“In the past two years, there have been several instances of mob lynching. Most of the lynchings have happened in Jharkhand, a state considered to
“I was washing my bike when a local bicycle repair shop’s owner (who knows me well) walks up to me and says ‘My son scored
“It was January 2007, when my left underarm felt numb as if there was no sense in it. A little lump kind of thing had
“I never been to school but my wife read up to class five. We are always poor. That time I worked in village, I was
“I separated from my husband when my daughter was a little over three years old. I moved, found a new job in a radio station,
“18 years ago, I left my small village in Karnataka and came to the city of dreams to make it big. I loved to cook,
“It’s very hard to fall in love again. Especially for a prostitute. Ever since I have understood life, every inch of my soul has suffered
“We fell in love at the age of 15, and ours was a perfect love story. We were like a typical romantic Bollywood couple. From
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