“What on earth am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, holding up the wooden top my grandfather had just gifted me. It looked like it had spun right out of a museum. Old-fashioned, rough at the edges, with a bit of string wrapped around it. I mean, hello?…
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Curating the Narrative
On the outside, he seemed like the sort of man most people respected. Vishwanan had a stable job, a matching designation, and a wife named Neela, who was sharp enough to see through his curated charm and done pretending otherwise. Their daughter, Kartika, now in her twenties, lived away from…