News at Eleven: The waiting rooms of history

were disgorging millions onto the city pavements, the battle was on. He needed to find a foothold in the precarious city, it was so easy to go under. But like the protagonist of the poem, he never really felt at home in the city; it turned my father from a poetry-loving man to a mechanical, self-absorbed one.

from Tehelka: 'A Metropolis of Destinations, a City of No Return'

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