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| Publication Year | 2015 |
| Language | English |
| Edition | 1 |
| Binding | Paperback |
| Pages | 116 |
Hieroglyphs
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Hieroglyphs is a translation of Sahitya Akademi Award winning collection in Marathi- Chitralipi by Vasant Abaji Dahake. It has been translated into the English by Rahee Dahake.
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