The Perfect Last Days of Mr Sengupta

Siddartha Mukherjee

In November 2007, I travelled from Boston to New Delhi to visit my parents. It was an unseasonably cold week. A dense fog from the northern mountains had poured into the caul of the city and sat, soupy and unmoving, for days on end. Connaught Place, the epicentre of the city’s commercial activity,…


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