Please use this identifier to cite or link to this item: http://localhost:8080/jspui/handle/123456789/5060
Full metadata record
DC FieldValueLanguage
dc.contributor.authorSeth, Rajee-
dc.date.accessioned2020-07-17T08:46:15Z-
dc.date.available2020-07-17T08:46:15Z-
dc.date.issued1998-12-01-
dc.identifier.issn09721452-
dc.identifier.urihttp://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/5060-
dc.descriptionPage-8 to 9en_US
dc.description.abstractI 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.en_US
dc.language.isoenen_US
dc.publisherIndian Institute of Advanced Study,Shimlaen_US
dc.subjectMarthaen_US
dc.titleMarthaen_US
dc.typeArticleen_US
Appears in Collections:Summerhill, Vol.4, No.2, (1998)

Files in This Item:
File Description SizeFormat 
Vol- 4, No.- 2, 1998 Article.1.pdf2.22 MBAdobe PDF Preview PDF


Items in DSpace are protected by copyright, with all rights reserved, unless otherwise indicated.