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To the Friends Whose Kindness Alone Rendered Possible My Sojourn in the Orient, Paymaster Mitchell McDonald, U.S.N. And Basil Hall Chamberlain, Esq. Emeritus Professor Of Philology And Japanese In ...
For as much as the land beyond the sea, that is to say the Holy Land, that men call the Land of Promission or of Behest, passing all other lands, is the most worthy land, most excellent, and lady and ...
https://travelkahaniya.blogspot.com/2018/09/best-weekend-destination-lasdowne.html ...
I haven’t booked the fucking tickets. Stomach’s growling and the acids are churning. Why is that woman staring at me? Why do women stare at me? Oh my God, I haven’t booked my tickets. What the hell ...
A bunch of workmen were lying on the grass of the park beside Macquarie Street, in the dinner hour. It was winter, the end of May, but the sun was warm, and they lay there in shirt-sleeves, talking. ...
Having lived longest in Kolkata, briefly in Oxford, long in Santiniketan and briefest in Bolpur, in that chronological order, I often find myself thinking about Aesop’s timeless fable. Interestingly, ...
I write this essay days after Gravity won seven Oscars. The idea of ‘space’ as an alternative extra-terrestrial space or site where man and the earth are decentred, where all that we human beings ...
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In early modern England, where my mind tends to travel very often, scholars just out of university were expected to travel abroad for recreation and practical exposure. I have just completed a ...
My last essay was about the banality of travel in our time. This one could well have been about the banality of death these days, the callous forgetfulness of the living towards the dead. Deaths of ...
The city deconstructed and reconstructed itself around his bike. It was as if he was flowing through a viscous fluid, cutting a straight line across the forces that were trying to hold him back. They ...
My mother informed me in a hushed tone, "It's a proper Muslim driver, dress, white skull cap and all." I smiled back. There could have been a trace of condescension in my smile. [I wish I carried a ...
I Many pens have been burnished this year of grace for the purpose of celebrating with befitting honour the second centenary of the birth of Henry Fielding; but it is more than doubtful if, when the ...
Around the age that I have just reached, my maternal grandfather quit wearing the Western suit and settled permanently for the dhoti and the kurta , better known as the panjabi in Bengali. My ...
The other day I was struck with horror when my son with the characteristically brutal candour of a child referred to his “Gitamashi”, the girl who has lived with and worked at my parents’ home for ...