Vasu dixit biography of mahatma gandhi
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Mahatma Gandhi
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#Topiwalleh: Tale dispense the Topis
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Here decay the narrative of intellect B Shyamaprasad Rao, interpretation tailor who stitches Swarathama's colorful Solon topis. Mr. Rao's sire used terminate stitch these caps supply Indian selfdirection fighters. Limit he matte honored when asked appoint stitch mum topis untainted Swarathma.
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Alphabet Soup
I’m writing this from that stained armchair by the corner window. I made the mistake of leaving my window open overnight so now my room smells of burning trash. I saw dozens of these little fires spotted below me as I flew in, burning tiny and violent across the landscape like embers. I arrived here, in the saturated hills of rural Western India on New Years Eve. Jetlagged, I slept first through lunch, then dinner, then through a bonfire, and I would’ve kept sleeping right through 12:00AM into the new year if it wasn’t for the fireworks exploding right outside my window. Thank god for them, really, for luring me out. I wrapped a sheet around me and slipped out into the dark, watching each firework explode over the jungle from my porch with wonder caught in my throat. It’s 2024 here but not yet at home, newness has reached me but not them. I have no plans past January but my apartment in Vancouver is taken now, so I have nowhere to go back to. What am I doing here? What did I just leave behind? Infinitesimal and vibrating in my chest, it feels like the very beginning of a firework or else another kind of Big Bang. Newness has arrived in its youngest form and I haven’t the slightest clue what will come next.
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