I have never been to the Jaipur Literature Festival thanks to the exceptional workload that occurs at this time of the year — yes, dear reader, your columnist is actually a garden-variety cog in the system’s wheel. So while the rest of New Delhi winds its way to the Pink City under the cover of literary discoveries and authorial scoops to shop and party, I remain sulkily behind in the capital. Being a dog in the manger, I discouraged my wife from venturing there on her own, despite entreaties from friends and others. “You’ll find all the books you want
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