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“Bombay, you will be told, is the only city India has, in the sense that the word city is understood in the West. Other Indian metropolises like Calcutta, Madras and Delhi are like oversized villages. It is true that Bombay has many more high-rise buildings than any other Indian city: when you approach it by the sea it looks like a miniature New York. It has other things to justify its city status: it is congested, it has traffic jams at all hours of the day, it is highly polluted and many parts of it stink.”

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Book:Truth, Love & A Little Malice
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Truth, Love & A Little Malice

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Khushwant Singh
Khushwant Singh

Khushwant Singh was an Indian novelist known for his satirical and humorous writing style. His works often focused on Indian society, delving into themes such as class, religion, and gender. His notable works include the 'India Trilogy' and 'The Indians'. more

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