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		<title>Twisted Metal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On a lonely stretch of road in LaSalle, Quebec less than a mile away from home, one part of my life ended and another began. Afterwards I saw things with a clarity only near-disaster affords. That although I desperately needed love in my life, I’d never really put myself out there and had little in ]]></description>
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		<title>The Decline Of An Arm Wrestling Champ</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On my birthday recently I was out at a bar in Rochester with my wife and a few friends. We were sitting at a corner table, 80’s music competing with a football game on screens overhead, the slow build of intoxication easing away inhibitions. Pitchers were being steadily drained and, as is often the case ]]></description>
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		<title>Adventures in Job Hopping</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For most Indian parents, sacrificing for your children is not only expected but desired. Spending money that could go to a nicer house or car on helping your offspring get the edge is the highest of callings (and provides ample bragging rights during parties). My Dad poured money into college savings accounts and sports classes ]]></description>
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		<title>For Keeps</title>
		<description><![CDATA[During a recent visit home, I was given an ultimatum.  My bedroom was being reincarnated as a study for my dad so either I could box up the artifacts of my childhood or risk having them disposed of and lost to me forever.  My husband Om sweetly offered to help and I accepted, not realizing ]]></description>
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		<title>Indian Dogs Are Snobs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On the morning of our third day in Kolkata, my wife and I woke to the pitiful cries of a dog and her puppies in the alley adjacent to my Aunt’s apartment. While animals are everywhere in the city, the sheer alienness of seeing cows dozing on sidewalks and goats bleating alongside beeping cars on ]]></description>
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