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August 27, 2021

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Last Bus to Vasco (2006)

A Peace of India (2011)

GOA

2021

Not an Extra-ordinary Day

Looking for Anger

2020

Shadow of the Alcove

2019

2017

2016

Good Morning from Goa

2015

The Music is Still

Peas, Tomatoes and Chillies

2013

Adeus Korcho Vellu Paulo

2012

2009

2008

2006

Smell of Burnt Leaves

2005

Bells of St. Andrews

2004

2003

Good Friday in Cuncolim

2002

1999

Fr. Joseph Rowland Salema

Slippers in Plastic

1998

Slippers in the Sand

1997

Last Bus to Vasco

1987

Requiem to a Sal

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DELHI

2011

To My Son of Fourteen Days

2010

Until Yesterday

Dragonfly Morning

Evening in Paris

2009

Arsikere Junction

Morning Walk - Delhi South

Arsikere Junction

2008

Last Bus to Tata

2007

Balle Balle in Ballia

To the Maiden from Satna

2006

2005

Bangalore Central

2002

2001

2000

1999

Delirium Tremens

To the ragini of Parsvanath temple

1998

Indian Delights

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Updated 9 December 2021.

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