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-...
A virtual route of creative and cultural exchange
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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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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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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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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(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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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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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... media_text
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Of the thirty-three crore or three hundred and thirty million gods and goddesses of Indian Hindu mythology, the most loved perhaps is Ganesha, especially by children. To begin with, there is his absurdly endearing... 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 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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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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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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