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This is probably the cringe-most article I might have written because it is about a daily soap — that too, a Marathi daily soap. Before you accuse me of anything, here is my anticipatory defense. Firstly, the series is the easiest to watch. By easy, I mean it is easy on my time. At the …
आपली स्मरणशक्ती फार फसवी असते. मागच्याच रविवारी दामूच्या लग्नात खाल्लेला मेनू आठवत नाही, पण लहानपणी रद्दीचे पैसे जोडून खाल्लेल्या मस्तानीची चव क्षणात जिभेवर येते. कोथरूडच्या उद्यानाला मी निदान पंधरा-वीस वेळा गेलो असेल, पण मला आठवते ती आमची तिसरीतली सहल. पु ल म्हणूनच गेले आहेत, मुंबई आणि पुणे हे सोडून जगात पाहण्यासारखे तरी काय आहे! आमच्या …
Following any sport is akin to being a wine aficionado. You are always chasing a sensation, the sensation when a good wine had tickled your senses. You are chasing that high, that explosion of flavors. A true connoisseur of wine knows the price tag or the age of the seal are immaterial. Sometimes an off …
