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कन्नड़ लेखक एम. एम. कलबुर्गी की हत्या के प्रतिवाद में हिंदी के रचनाकार उदय प्रकाश ने अपना साहित्य अकादमी का पुरस्कार लौटा देने की घोषणा की है। इस घोषणा के चंद दिनों बाद ही उदय प्रकाश कोलकाता आए थे। इस

कन्नड़ लेखक एम. एम. कलबुर्गी की हत्या के प्रतिवाद में हिंदी के रचनाकार उदय प्रकाश ने अपना साहित्य अकादमी का पुरस्कार लौटा देने की घोषणा की है। इस घोषणा के चंद दिनों बाद ही उदय प्रकाश कोलकाता आए थे। इस

Dr Kalburgi and MM Basheer are only the latest in a long line of intellectuals who have been targeted by “fringe elements” for expressing views that challenge orthodoxy. This month’s issue of Kindle Magazine seeks to understand what it means

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