India
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The Death of a Brahman

The Brahman died long before he sacrificed his ideals for the mob, long before he confirmed sacrilege as rite and piety as penance. Continue reading
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Kaifi Azmi, Dakhni and a road in Hyderabad

Now that Kaifi Azmi Road had been dug up and was in disarray, she felt a sense of betrayal merely at the thought of speaking in Urdu Continue reading
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The Blind Alleyways of Kodangal

The crude shavings of faith that one had to possess in order to understand life better in Mahbubnagar could not be left unheeded. Continue reading
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Eid in Hyderabad

Nayaab was closed, and Shadab peeked past its closed arches. The doors that proclaimed ‘Madina Hotel – Best Biryani in Hyderabad Since 1947’ were promiscuously shut in the presence of foreigners who had no business being awake at that hour. Continue reading
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The Ballad of a Traveller

He had seen the sunset over the fire-ravaged hills of Sigiriya, and he had witnessed the prostitutes of Saigon at work. Continue reading
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Sir Mark Tully – An Indian We Did Not Deserve

There were very few things that Sir Mark Tully touched which did not turn to gold. Continue reading
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Walls of Decay

I started life as a seed flowing south, Unaware of the fissures that swimming Against my instincts would arouse. Continue reading
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Dreaming in Pondicherry

To co-exist in the halls of history where the French had left their mark was well within one’s capacity. Continue reading

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
Copyright © 2015 by Mohul Bhowmick.
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