Sunday, June 18, 2000
|
 “But in my dreams that night I saw the beautiful sad lady again. She was waltzing in the garden, sometimes by herself, sometimes partnered by other phantom dancers. She beckoned to me in my dream, inviting me to join her, but I remained standing on the verandah steps until she danced away into the distance and faded from
view.”
A haunting account by Ruskin Bond
For a perfect bond with an imperfect spouse,
by Preeti Singh
Illa’s enduring charm,
by Janaki Bhatt
His
films speak for him,
by E.
M.
Picking a partner,
by A.C. Tuli
A
painter with a camera,
by Ervell E. Menezes
The Surya temple of mahatmas,
by Arun Gaur
...and then a winner was made!
by Anjana Sarin
Beg, buy or borrow, but do read books,
by Samreen Farooqui
|
