Our Independence Day is meant to be a reminder of the incredible idea of India that has endured many odds. Yet, this August, I just...
I recently read a very moving account by someone named Jamie Davenport, who was travelling on a local train to Boston. Next to her were...
This comes to you from Paris, a city I first visited exactly twenty years ago, and several times since. And thought I was done with...
Yesterday was the last day of my son’s school and his most favourite teacher, Peter, was leaving for good. An American, who had come for...
These days Vihaan, my son, and Manto, my protagonist, consume me fully. And in different ways, I experience the joy and struggle of being with...
Twenty-five years ago, I walked with thousands of farmers, tribals and activists in a five-week Sangharsh Yatra. The solidarity march was in the states along...
The problem with monthly columns is that anything one wants to say about a pressing recent incident has already been said. But this month, even...
I seldom feel like responding to accusations or giving explanations, but today I want to reflect aloud and explain my side of the story. The...
I am back in the concrete jungle, after ushering in the new year in Ubud, Bali—it felt a lot like India, but as a European...
My most vivid memory of Amritsar is of August 14, 2005. I was at a university with prominent Indo-Pak peace champions like Kuldip Nayar and...
