(Arun Jaitley: 1952⁠—2019) The flag is at half-mast, a gloom shrouds the chancel of the land; The one who hugged oblivion was once the counsel of the land. Soft spoken, discreet, a maven of silken-tongued satires, He unmasked and foxed many a weasel of the land. How many skies can a flyer scale without the […]