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Soul Street
Read more: Soul StreetI was walking past the Jehangir Art gallery when a man called out to me. “Would you like a portrait?” The man was wearing a faded yellow coat. In his right hand he had a discoloured diary and some loose canvas sheets. Just registering the words, I stopped midway and gave the man a once-over.…
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Not perfect but carry on Jeeves
Read more: Not perfect but carry on JeevesAs I’m writing this, I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m as pleased as punch of course, if I have got the words right. You see yesterday, I was sitting in my chair when what should happen….Jeeves, will you come along, we have a story to tell… You see when you hear a West End…
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Canal town
Read more: Canal townThe boat was moored to the left, right behind the tiny brick house. From the car, I could see two more wooden hulls swaying slightly in the greenish hue of the water. Every house, the ones painted in garish shades or the ones with the fading walls, had a boat tied at the back. Half-submerged stone…
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A trip on the religious side
Read more: A trip on the religious sideIt’s quiet outside. Just a few men in white drapes, clung over their shoulders and wrapped at the waist. The women trailing behind are in black burqas; the younger ones, in colourful long scarves that reach their fingers. Scrambling in the opposite direction, Labaik on our lips as taught by the maulana, we enter the…