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Reading Frederick Forsyth, whose thrillers that we grew up with predicted the future uncannily
It was 1977, it was still Calcutta when one evening my father came from a trip to Delhi with a book in his briefcase. A book which had a man wearing a strange hat (which I later came to know to be a kepi) with the crosshairs drawn around his head. The Day …
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