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A Day in the Life by Anjum Hasan
I wake up, my arms aching from a night’s cold, from having slept but not feeling rested. I remember a professor, in the final year
I wake up, my arms aching from a night’s cold, from having slept but not feeling rested. I remember a professor, in the final year
Let one thing be known; most contemporary Indian fiction (in English) is a waste of paper. It is written in ‘simple’ English, as if literature
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