Chapter 2
Section 3
Too late he remembered the gradient. The scooter bucked and spluttered, and a spasm of pain seized him, reminiscent of the morning, and he cursed afresh the planners of NR...
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Places
Bangalore, India
« 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
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Tia Teresa Thomas Today was the last day of our 10-day posting in Emergency Medicine. We were only in fourth term so the prospect of Emergency Medicine excited us more than anything.. Our posting was during... media_text
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A Personal Reflective Narrative by Dr. Rodney Dcunha, an Internat St. John’s Medical College, Bangalore Death disturbs me. It never fails to. And what disturbs me more are the... media_text
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By Aiswarya Sasi (2015) I walked into the eerily quiet room, like a rabbit venturing into a lion’s cave. In the middle of the room was a lone table, with chairs at both its ends. On one chair... media_text
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By Aiswarya Sasi As I relinquished myself to sleep’s alluring caress, In the warmth of the banyan tree behind the mess, My cerebrum set out to tail a fairly odd train of... media_text
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(Excerpts from the novel Ghachar Ghochar) I didn’t put up a fight when the family began efforts to get me married. None of my attempts at romance had got anywhere. It was only Chitra with whom I... media_text
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Rahoul Gonsalves The uncertainty of life annoys me. I mean, wouldn’t it be awesome to have all your life’s trajectory set, before coming of age? You could make a conscientious decision of what... media_text
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On the map of India, my hometown Bangalore sits in the southern projection of the Indian peninsula, equidistant from the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal, at the edge of the Deccan Plateau. We are landlocked, far... media_text
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Helena Makri “If ever there was a book calculated to make a man in love with its author, this appears to me to me to be the book”—William Godwin (on reading a narrative by his future wife) It was mid-... media_text
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Chapter 14 ‘Amma, must I come to Nallikai Swami’s?’ Nagaratna pleaded half-heartedly one last time. ‘I will... media_text
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By Sitarah Mathias, a third-year student at St. John's Medical College Chhatarpur. A sleepy, dusty little town in Madhya Pradesh connected only by road, where life moved in slow motion. Yet, a... media_text
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