Iatrogenic death
Usha Srinivasan: Rest in peace
By ixedoc
The third floor corridor is long and dark. The night...
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A Little Street In Cicero
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A Faithful Remembers…
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Of Gully Cricket, Broken Window Panes and Bombay Sherbet!
"If you want to watch cricket played with fervent passion and surgical focus forget the stadiums, go to the gullies" words from the late...
A Mother’s Love!
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother...
To Mama – With Love
There is a whole verse that I read a long time ago, cannot remember the exact words now. However just one line stuck in...
Mangalorean Dot Com: Yours, Mine and Ours
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