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The joyful pursuit of imperfection The teapot in the charity shop window Spout stained, broken and repaired I bought it for three pounds fifty,...
A young Indian woman dies at London’s Victoria Station. This story traces her death, the events which shaped and coloured her eventually leading her to that platform on that day. It tries to answer the questions: Who was she? Was she pushed? If yes, then by whom? Or did she commit suicide, and if so then why? Along the way it explores and questions the attitudes to women across the different levels of Punjabi society, and the pressure women, and men as well, are subjected to to conform to culture and tradition.
Achilles’ Rising There can be no unknowing of this is Since this is that that must be is. Scavengers of is are we; In dust and ash scrabbling to see...