I first read Manto in English, when I was in college and then a few years later, I bought the Urdu collection Dastavez, in Devanagari....
I am onto my third month at Yale and surprisingly my experience has been as much about motherhood as it has been about the fellowship....
It hasn’t been all that long since we woke up to the horrific news of a mob that attacked three men of African origin in...
This is coming to you from a charming 19th century mansion-turned-office in New Haven, a university town in Connecticut, USA. I am here for the...
Though you will read this almost a month later, I am writing it now on my way back from Broome, a place I didn’t even...
I remember, when my son was tiny, writing about my fears of having to answer questions regarding the many paradoxes he would witness. For instance,...
I am fascinated by the ever-shifting relationship between words and what they mean. But it is worrying when their connotations vastly differ from their actual...
Last month I coughed more than I breathed. And in that state I had to travel to Delhi to honour a commitment made to KhabarLahariya....
I am often clueless about what I am going to write till I start typing. But as the first word comes out, I know I...
Last month I experienced a rather rare academic stimulation and the reflections have lingered on. For the first time after my little son, Vihaan, was...
