Love, Life and Connected Pasts
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The entire family left Murshidabad overnight, leaving behind everything- enormous property, their roots, turning into penniless migrants. They walked on and on till the pot of water slipped and fell, consecrating a … Read the rest
It was in 1972. We were going by train from Durgapur in West Bengal to our ancestral place, Srinagar in Kashmir. Every year we would visit Kashmir, either during the summer holidays, or during Puja holidays. Even though we were … Read the rest
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