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Category: Last Word by Sarita Sarvate

Modern Day Slavery

In 1971, V.S. Naipaul published a short story collection titled In a Free State. The first story is about an Indian domestic servant who accompanies his diplomat master to Washington, D.C. The man bundles up his belongings in a piece of cloth and rides the airplane where ...

Downton Abbey: Triumph of the One Percent

Judging by the anglophilia that America is currently in the grips of, it is hard to imagine that we are well into the twenty-first century and Britain’s finest hour has long passed. Take the recent celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Beatles’ debut on the Ed Sullivan ...

Chia Seeds, Psyllium Husk and a Blender

Go to any new-age retreat in California, and you will find young people preparing their breakfasts, not with spatulas and skillets, but with blenders. If you are eating your meal instead of drinking it, you are in danger of dating yourself. If you are eating bread or any other ...

A Letter From Paris

First Published in July 2012 On an impulse, I bought a ticket to Paris. A friend of mine has been living here for a year so I decided to visit her. Visiting her was just an excuse. Subconsciously, I wanted to travel alone; to test my mettle; to see ...

Alice Munro’s Nobel—A Victory for Women

Alice Munro’s Nobel win is important because it has finally put the inner lives of women center-stage. 

The Breaking Bad in All of Us

The best TV show ever—and I mean EVER—ended on September 29th. And now I am experiencing withdrawal symptoms. So much so that I have decided to watch Breaking Bad from beginning to end, all over again. The story of the brilliant chemistry teacher Walter White, who, after ...

Of Gods and Faith

I still believe Dada’s assertions that poverty, injustice, inequality in the world are all evidence against the existence of God.

I Adopted a Mountain

A love affair with the Sierras

A Summer Sojourn

The summers of my childhood were long, hot and boring. The main distractions were playing cards, gazing at the stars at night, and occasionally, eating Blue Bell ice cream. When relatives visited, therefore, I was overjoyed. But my mother, Aai, was irritated because of the extra mouths she would ...

Tea

My first taste of tea was second hand. I would stand behind the door curtain hanging between the front room and the middle room, twirling the fabric between my fingers, and peeking at visitors drinking tea. I would imagine its taste, hot and bitter. I was sure it was ...
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