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Meeting an Old Friend

Of losing a language to metropolitantra and it’s strange re-entry. By – Shriti K Tyagi I open windows. One after another. Panama papers.Citizens.Rape. Sedition. Reasonable Restrictions. DeshBhakt. Presstitues. Sickulars. Modi. Surgical Strikes. Trump. Syria. And somehow I land up reading two essays on language. They must have left an impact because I wake up at an… Continue reading Meeting an Old Friend