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  <title>DSpace Collection:</title>
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  <id>http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/4823</id>
  <updated>2026-03-14T00:28:59Z</updated>
  <dc:date>2026-03-14T00:28:59Z</dc:date>
  <entry>
    <title>Contents</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5063" />
    <author>
      <name />
    </author>
    <id>http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5063</id>
    <updated>2020-07-17T08:50:44Z</updated>
    <published>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</published>
    <summary type="text">Title: Contents
Description: Page-2</summary>
    <dc:date>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Romila Thapar with Kumkum Roy and Rakesh Batabyal</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5062" />
    <author>
      <name>Roy, Kumkum</name>
    </author>
    <id>http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5062</id>
    <updated>2020-07-17T08:48:51Z</updated>
    <published>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</published>
    <summary type="text">Title: Romila Thapar with Kumkum Roy and Rakesh Batabyal
Authors: Roy, Kumkum
Description: Page- 3 to 7</summary>
    <dc:date>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Martha</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5060" />
    <author>
      <name>Seth, Rajee</name>
    </author>
    <id>http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5060</id>
    <updated>2020-07-17T08:46:18Z</updated>
    <published>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</published>
    <summary type="text">Title: Martha
Authors: Seth, Rajee
Abstract: I hadn't been able to tell even Martha how I had been washed ashore to her doors. Day and night I had felt a voracious hole spreading in the dead centre of my belly, opening its maw wider and wider. To come to its full circumference it was pushing at my ribs. It would rest only after crushing my bones.
Description: Page-8 to 9</summary>
    <dc:date>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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  <entry>
    <title>The Margins in Historical Consciousness</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5059" />
    <author>
      <name>Parasher-Sen, Aloka</name>
    </author>
    <id>http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5059</id>
    <updated>2020-07-17T08:38:15Z</updated>
    <published>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</published>
    <summary type="text">Title: The Margins in Historical Consciousness
Authors: Parasher-Sen, Aloka
Abstract: History as an academic discipline, preoccupied with scholarly description and analysis, has so far succeeded in creating the history of the dominant' event'~ 'structure' and&#xD;
'process' to, thus, consciously leave out the so-called 'non-event', the 'ordinary' and the 'small' endeavours, not encompassable within the 'structure' or 'process'. Most historians from countries bequeathed with a heavy colonial cultural legacy have had to struggle to&#xD;
understand the present by mapping the historically constituted locations of the past. However, we cannot talk about the distant past without referring to our· essential and immediate history of the last two hundred years, for ancient India was a contesting ground for some of the earliest endeavours by both the imperialists and the nationalists.
Description: Page- 10 to 12</summary>
    <dc:date>1998-12-01T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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