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Vikram Seth

Death of the written word, Murder she typed
February 10, 2015

“Murder” she typed

Text by Nittal Chandarana. Illustration by Wyanet Vaz

Somebody has killed the written word and Verve’s out to handcuff the traitor
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Master Procrastinators leonardo da vinci shekhar kapur mira jacob james cameron
January 27, 2015

Master Procrastinators

Text by Nittal Chandarana, Illustration by Wyanet Vaz

These brilliant people are born procrastinators. If you are one, join their elite club
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The authors a chameleon Roald Dahl JK Rowling Salman Rushdie
November 02, 2014

This author’s a chameleon!

Text by Nittal Chandarana

They frightened us or wowed us with their stories, and they wrote tales for impressionable young minds too! Find the world-famous authors who have been able to write for all ages
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5 big monsoon reads: Murakami, Vekiram Seth, Ayn Rand, Gone With The Wind, Dumas

Tackling The Tomes

Text by Nittal Chandarana

These five books, which could double up as dumbbells, are actually masterful reads
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Bahar Dutt, Conservationist

The Other Sibling

Text by Shraddha Jahagirdar-Saxena. Photographs by Ankur Chaturvedi and Anil Chawla.

Growing up with the likes of actor Salman Khan, media personality Barkha Dutt, and author Vikram Seth, their sisters – Alvira Agnihotri, Bahar Dutt and Aradhana Seth – are women driven by their own visions and passions. Verve meets the feisty trio....
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Vikram Seth, China
April 22, 2009

From China, With Love

Text by Sitanshi Talati-Parikh. Illustration by Bappa

The reclusive writer Vikram Seth goes From Heaven Lake down memory lane. While at the University of Nanjing, young Seth, armed with a rare travel card, began a hitchhiking trip through the remote parts of China all the way to Lhasa, traversing difficult climatic zones and eating glutinous broth with pork fat floating in it. Verve finds the writer fondly nostalgic
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