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Over the last two decades, children’s literature in India has evolved in remarkable ways, and sector-building......

Sitting on a bench in the library, I noticed a group of children, no older than......

I grew up addicted to a fantasy. Even as a little girl, long before I understood......

I am waiting for her at the edge of my body—I look here, I look there—endless......