"you are not my cure, nobody has that power," - Margaret Atwood But the patriarch is getting old now. A weariness settled deep in his puffy eyes and round belly. He walks with pride while his posture remains burdened with his own reign. He wakes up oblivious to the world around him and gets on with his day. He earns bread and makes sure there's food on the table. But there is enough food now. That's not required of him. He does it regardless. The patriarch is pitiable—frail,

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Hi Mr. Gandhi, This is an email for call to action. And an email with a lot of heart and pain and deep concern. I am Kriti, from Lucknow....

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It was 1953, and I was still at school. I'd borrowed a silent French film from the library for my 9.5mm projector. It was by Jean...