Written by Divya Devaraj, a second year medical student at St. John's Medical College.
Kanthi watched them carefully as they walked up her front verandah, running her fingers through her wet...
« The compulsions of trade often lead to other connections and spillovers, hard to trace but stubborn in their residue...We get glimpses of places, mentioned in passing in accounts of the time, or described in poetry. » —Usha K.R., Ruminations along the Silk Route
Written by Divya Devaraj, a second year medical student at St. John's Medical College. Kanthi watched them carefully as they walked up her front verandah, running her fingers through her wet... media_text
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