Miscellaneous

Familiar streets, novel adventures

The sun sets over the Howrah Bridge as fishermen reel in fresh batches of Hilsha. Nearby, a young, bespectacled, curly-haired poet in a Punjabi spouts Marx and Tagore in the same breath as he eats a dinner of maach-bhaat, ending it with a syrupy roshogolla. Familiar streets, novel adventures
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Published at : December 29, 2018
Updated at : December 30, 2018 07:16

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