The Last Page
For twenty-three years, Ashok Vora started his Thursday mornings the same way. Chai in one hand, the crisp, ink-smelling pages of Safari magazine in the other. The Gujarati monthly had been his window to the world—from the dense forests of Kanha to the icy cliffs of Antarctica. He loved the way the writers described a leopard’s sigh or the silence of a desert at midnight. Safari Gujarati Magazine Telegram
The reply came after two minutes: “The safari never ends, Ashokbhai. It just changes vehicles.” The Last Page For twenty-three years, Ashok Vora
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