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Literature
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Short Story
The Solution
To tell you this story, I am afraid I must drag you out of this compartment of Nilgiri Express from Coimbatore, which is arriving in Madras so irritatingly late.
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July on Food Street
On summer evenings
They are out in droves
Mothers, uncles, aunts, nephews, ayis, in-laws,
With girlfriends, mistresses, chums, neighbours,
Chess-partners, colleagues, children, pets
Eating
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