Jet City Womanby Ankush SaikiaRupaPrice: Rs 195; Pages: 190Ankush Saikia’s protagonist is bored. He doesn’t enjoy being a newspaper sub-editor. “The paths in life we do not take—whether out of our own choice or of others—was playing on my mind,” he says at the start of the novel, as he hangs around at the opening of an art exhibition in Delhi. It’s the big city where he has lived for years
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