Mourning Sridevi and falling human standards

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It was an usual morning, blank and staring back. Usual, till I heard my sister scream from the room next. I had never seen her so agitated before. She was animatedly trying to wake my bed-bound grandmother up, who had tipped over to the other side only mo

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Ashwath Thirumalai

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