In the early hours of a Sunday, On the backlane of a small town, a patch of bougainvilleas arrive into full bloom on a strange brick...

Last year, in the early days of the pandemic, Albert Camus’ classic The Plague saw surging sales, followed by a spate of articles...

We read our histories, especially the chaos and tragedy, to make sense of where we are and what brought us here. As witnesses to its...

Why A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes Feels so Personal I As children we see our parents as immortals. But while growing up, there comes a...

Why are we so drawn to death? At the core of our grief, do we really have a yearning for sorrow? Being a person guided by spiritual...

I.Heteronyms I’ve followed my shadow for as long as the two of us can remember. Once a month, she takes the lead by example for a few...

this time, it’ll be different he is different his family doesn’t slit pigeons for kali puja they free the birds who do they think...

As I write this, 42 days into a nation-wide lockdown in India, I realise that almost anything I say about the absurdity of the pandemic...