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Travel: Winter in Kashmir

  This is a snow song, an ode to the beauty of winter in Kashmir. Nights in white satin and days of shining glory…that is the serene beauty of winter in Gulmarg. The poet who talked of a winter wonderland was quite definitely talking about Gulmarg as far as I am concerned. And yet, in…

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Feature: Mani Ratnam, profiled

The friendly neighbourhood storyteller A fat golden orb shoots up from behind some riverside reeds. The first piercing notes of a mellifluous flute rises, in tandem with the sun. Then, there follows a series of images…click, click, click, each one breathtaking in visual simplicity, a collage tracing the life and times of a village belle. …

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Feature: Passionate Friendships

A passion called friendship Of late, ‘passionate friendships’ have been much in the news thanks to Pandit Nehru and Edwina Mountbatten, a  couple who have had reams of newsprint devoted to their mutual devotion. I read it all, the unending speculation about the exact nature of their relationship, the curious probing into the intimate lives…

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Feature: Tribute to Freddie Mercury

                                                       Tribute to Freddie M   I can just hear it, the Voice From Above crooning softly, questioningly, “Ready, Freddie?“ And down below, on his sick bed, Mercury would…

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Feature: Tribute to Delilah

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Feature: A Gift for Amma

A gift for Amma It used to be the easiest thing in the world to buy my grandmother a birthday present. Better still, it used to be a whole lot of fun, involving quite a bit of imaginative thinking and much friendly competition amongst her grandchildren. At 72, she was Everyman`s grandma, petite of frame,…

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Feature: My Own Time Capsule

                          My Own Time Capsule This morning, the first thing I saw when I opened the front door was a solitary hibiscus flower, blood red against a foliage of emerald green leaves. I stood staring for a moment, then shut my eyes. And…

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Travel: Gulmarg, Kashmir

                                                                 The heart of Gulmarg lies in its pine forests. I lived there for a year and it was like a sabbatical from the…

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Feature: Famous last words!

Should I Have A Baby To Please You? I’m not fond of children and I don’t want any. This is a fairly straightforward statement but the reactions I get are by no means straightforward. I don’t want children. I don’t really foresee the patter of little feet in my house at any time. I don’t…

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