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The uncharted time of my death is such an unsettling feeling for those who throng the hospital to be in that moment when I clock out. The hypocritical binaries muscle their way up over one another. From the sadness staged outside to the inside math on how soonest to how longest would it take to wrap up this dying thing.

I had gotten free from work at the time just as planned, and had with me enough minutes by the hour to take a hurried trip to the ‘Dilli Haat’. Something earthy to add around my collection of art was…

Hey There! All you incredible Moms…A Happy, Happier, Happiest Mother’s Day! I’ve been wanting to blog this for some time now. And somehow cannot dismiss from my mind any longer, something that may not be very appropriate for this day….

From the days of reading the bold and brazen ‘This Above All’ to meeting the legend in 1998, Khushwant Singh was the writer above all. It was a whose’s who studded dinner of the little town- with most politicians, bureaucrats…