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Sakoon Singh

Chandigarh
As seen in: Hindustan Times, Firstpost, Outlook (India), DNA India, Tribune (India), Financial Express, Scroll.in, The Wire (India), Cafe Dissensus
author/academic/english literature 'In the Land of the Lovers' (Rupa) 2020
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Mem da pind: How Norah Richards set up an artist village at Andretta

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By Sakoon Singh
| Tribune (India) Verified
Lahore days, 1911-20 Norah and I went to… Ramayana theatre on Friday…  What sensitive, gentle and delicate faces! Look at that boy in olive velvet frock-coat, white trousers and pink turban. How beautiful is the dark tint of his skin against the pale pink turban!... We have not seen such fine human porcelain in England... — Philip Ernest Richards in a letter to his mother.
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Book: Fourteen Springs of Separation

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By Nidhi Rana, Sakoon Singh
| thewiseowl.art
The novel begins as Rani Jindan Kaur speaks: “I had broken out of prison, but I wasn’t free yet”, a statement that echoes the collective anxiety of all Punjabis as the British relentlessly expanded their empire. In Fourteen Springs of Separation, Sakoon Singh delivers a brilliant story that serves as both an intimate reclamation of history and a gripping postcolonial narrative.
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Fiction: Mehr, a graphic novelist, stumbles upon Queen Jind Kaur and is immediately taken in by her

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By Sakoon Singh
| Scroll.in Verified
In those days, going to Lahore was a major event for us girls – for my many friends and sisters and cousins and cousins of cousins! Once, in the month of Maagh, a village elder, Bapu, took us to the city to see the basant mela but he ended up losing his way in the labyrinthine streets of Lahore. The inner alleys were undulating, going in circles, sometimes hitting a sudden dead end. Rows and rows of alluring shops lined the streets, selling cloth, cattle feed, seeds and a variety of provisions.
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