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I am committing sacrilege by writing about a Marathi book in Ingrazi (English.) My justification is that I am writing for the off chance that some bilingual person who has lost touch with their roots is inspired to revisit Marathi literature. After taking that high moral stand, let me come to a book grounded in …
Someone very wise has remarked, ‘Something is a sport only when the other side knows that there is a game on’. And by this definition hunting is NOT a sport. Hunting for food is an activity, hunting for pleasure in this modern-day and age can be achieved by a nice simulation in a video game. …
On a sunny afternoon, after a hearty lunch, three little friends got together to see a book… they shifted the pages to and forth, their eyes got locked.. their senses were locked… neither they could hear, nor they could feel neither they could hear, the footsteps of an approaching sir nor they could feel, his …
