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	<title>Madhulika Liddle</title>
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	<description>~ Writer &#124; Novelist ~</description>
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		<title>TEC: Going Places&#8230; hopefully!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few quick updates for those who liked The Englishman&#8217;s Cameo (and for those who didn&#8217;t: Haaah!). But seriously, these are all very encouraging bits of news for a newbie author writing in a genre that the literati seems to generally frown upon.
First of all, The Englishman&#8217;s Cameo (or, as Hachette and I refer to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/updates/tec-going-places-hopefully/</link>
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		<title>Le Camée Anglais &#8211; The French edition of The Englishman&#8217;s Cameo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For those of you out there who can read and understand French, a book I’d recommend: <i>Le Camée Anglais</i>. Or, in English, <i>The Englishman’s Cameo</i>.
The French edition of the novel, published by Éditions Philippe Picquier, will be released on April 8, 2010. ]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/books/le-camee-anglais-the-french-edition-of-the-englishmans-cameo/</link>
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		<title>Upcoming Event: Books, Travel, Reading</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For everybody who lives in Delhi and is fond of books, here's an opportunity to indulge... on Sunday, March 28, 2010, Friends of Books is organising an event that promises to be enjoyable (and I'm not saying that simply because I happen to be one of the authors who'll be reading at the event)!]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/updates/upcoming-event-books-travel-reading/</link>
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		<title>The Englishman&#8217;s Cameo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<strong>My first novel, The Englishman's Cameo, published by Hachette India, is a detective story set in 17th century Delhi.</strong> — "Muzaffar Jang is that rare creature in Mughal Emperor Shahjahan's Dilli - an aristocrat with friends in low places. One of whom, Faisal, stands accused of murder. When the body of Mirza Murad Begh is found stabbed in the chest, lying in a water channel in the Qila, poor Faisal is the only one around. But what of the fact that, right before his demise, the victim had stepped out of the haveli of Shahjahanabad's most ravishing courtesan? Could not the sultry Mehtab Banu, and her pale, delicate sister Gulnar have something to do with the murder? Determined to save his friend, Muzaffar decides to investigate, with only a cup now and then of that new-fangled brew - Allah, so bitter - called coffee to help him..."]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/books/the-englishmans-cameo/</link>
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		<title>Games People Play</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On a hot day, we climb the Great Wall of China. Not, unfortunately, at Simatai or Mutianyu, the less touristy sections of the Wall near Beijing, but at Badaling. Badaling is 70km from Beijing, the nearest the Wall comes to the capital, and the most commercial and crowded section.
Hanging on to the iron railing that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/travel-writing/games-people-play/</link>
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		<title>More Than Just Schmaltzburg</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the early years of the 17th century, a powerful but eccentric nobleman built a pleasure resort against a backdrop of the wooded hills outside Salzburg. Archbishop Markus Sitticus named his pretty yellow palace Schloss Hellbrunn. Unlike his contemporaries, however, Sitticus had little love for gilded chandeliers and brocade drapes. So he set about filling [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/travel-writing/more-than-just-schmaltzburg/</link>
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		<title>Down South in Orleanpet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Pondicherry has a strangely surreal feel to it.
It’s not as if India is short of places with a colonial past. Just about every hill station in the country, from Nainital to Ooty, has its clutch of old stone churches, its Mall Road and its little shops selling jams and marmalades. Many also have old cottages [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/travel-writing/down-south-in-orleanpet/</link>
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		<title>On the Night Train</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When the Farakka Express pulled out of Delhi at 9.45, I was already comfortably seated. A bespectacled young man in faded jeans and checked shirt was the only other occupant of the compartment. He looked quiet, respectable—a decent youngster, I thought.
“Are you going all the way to Malda, sir?” He asked me.
“No,” I replied. “Only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/short-stories/on-the-night-train/</link>
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		<title>The Sari Satyagraha</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The washerwoman, her sari clinging to her wet ankles as she drew water from the well, was the first to inform Sulakshana of the news. Sulakshana had been sitting on the charpai under the neem tree that grew in a corner of the courtyard. It was her favourite place, the place she always retired to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/short-stories/the-sari-satyagraha/</link>
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		<title>Love and the Papaya Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Maya had been sweeping the verandah when the papaya man first appeared. He came slowly down the road, wheeling his bicycle along, one hand balancing the basket of papayas perched precariously on the seat. He did not yell out in a singsong voice, like the other hawkers did, and Maya, busy with her twig broom [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://madhulikaliddle.com/short-stories/love-and-the-papaya-man/</link>
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