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"Whoever the homeland may belong to, it is not merely a piece of geography. It is also not just history. Nor is it the rivers of the region, or the mountains. It is all those things that keep getting absorbed in your very being whether you want it or not. It constantly nurtures your mind, heart and soul. Keeps it alive ... It is our land that gives us a vision. Gives us strength to see our country and see beyond it. To connect with our place and times." - Krishna Sobti, Author of Daar Se Bichudi (English translation: Memory's Daughter) 

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