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“So this is Hanoi.” As far as he was concerned, “it might as well have been Mumbai or Kolkata. Similar leafy streets. Same damp weather!  The act of breathing makes one sweat.” He was riding pillion on Manoj’s scooter, his friend and colleague. “Helmet here is mandatory,” Manoj handed him one, “traffic rules are enforced.“... Continue Reading →

Enamoured

  Papa’s bar had become a part of city’s history. A young man, Daniel D’Souza, started the bar and named it after his grand father. Everyone had laughed, “a bar in a town where people drink milky tea!” Daniel reasoned, being a port city, sailors will come. Daniel was right. First it was a trickle,... Continue Reading →

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