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by Nandini Krishnan
Apr 30, 2026
Pounu sighed as she stopped before the familiar blue board with white lettering. ‘Pen Kalaignargal Sangam’, it read, in Tamil, and below that, ‘Women Artists Association’ in the Roman script. Another concrete shed nearby, which housed the men’s wing, carried the badge ‘Junior Artistes Association’ in gold letters on a black board. There was no vernacular equivalent.
Pounu peeped into the dim interior, with its chipped tiles and electric blue metal benc
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