A student delivered me to warden’s room. “Be careful! He loves to hit with folded knuckle.” “Great!” timidly I knocked on the door. “Come in,” A tall man, with long unkempt hair, in dhoti and a banayan was sitting on his bed. Sorrounded by books, and news papers, a pair of bifocal glasses hung on... Continue Reading →

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My father was a book lover. He would buy books, even though we had no permanent place to stay. We would move from one rented accommodation to another. We would move from one city to another. These books were all kept in two steel trunks. Once in a year, we shall keep them in sun... Continue Reading →

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