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Wishing you health and happiness in the new year

 

The year is close to ending, and we feel very happy that, despite everything, we've managed to publish a handful of excellent books. Maybe because our three security officers -- Piku, Soda, Barauni -- and our two interns -- Jerry and Joey -- kept our morale up through these twelve months of death, illness, lockdowns, uncertainties.

We are grateful to S.P. Dangwal, typesetter, Shyama Warner, editor, Sapra Brothers, printer, and to Orient Blackswan Publisher, our exclusive distributors. Also to Hachette India, with whom we collaborate for our Black Kite imprint, and Ashoka University, with whose support we publish the Hedgehog and Fox series of outstanding scholarly titles.
Other news: in addition to the Dharmanand Kosambi Memorial Prize for Ancient India, we have now endowed the S. Gopal Memorial Prize for Modern India, to be awarded to the best history students at Ashoka University.

Wishing you happy holidays and a new year that feels new.
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