By Nadia Ahmad. The original earned its glamour. This one is renting it

By Ajith Pillai in Chennai. Is the novel autobiographical? No.

By Suresh Nautiyal. Tribute to two legends, Mark Tully and Raghu Rai, at the Press Club of India, Delhi.

By Diksha Kashyap. We live in a world where imperfections are edited out. Perfect lives, grades, beauty, happiness.

By Shubham Arya. Why Keralam is on the dot.

By Suresh Nautiyal. What replaces a river that is also memory?

By Suresh Nautiyal. It is not distance… but awareness… that carries me to you

By Seema Mustafa. Trump falls in a quagmire.

"Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter." - Chinua Achebe By Aayushi Rana That is how they spelled it. The threatening notes , slipped under the door of a school for girls, placed in the corners of a hospital full of the sick and the dying, in 1896 Bombay. Warning. Spelt worming. The Native Society, anonymous, invisible, full of bile. That detail is from a novel, not from the two books under review here. But reading M

By Amit Sengupta /Bom/Sonebhadra. A revolution has already unfolded here. A peaceful, protracted, non-violent revolution. With fearless, resilient women as vanguard.

By Dr Vishvaja Sambath. West Asia Crisis: Let us ask the hard question: Why are we still subsidising the very vulnerabilities that are strangling us?

By Suresh Nautiyal. To see the Himalaya today is not just to admire it. It is to recognise its fragility, its complexity, and our connection to it.

By Abhish K Bose.The dopamine loop’s the same as teenagers, with added risks: anxiety, low self-esteem, fraud, insomnia, late-life depression, loneliness.

By NR Mohanty. The writing on the wall is clear: our so-called ‘legacy’ media is beyond salvation!

By Suresh Nautiyal, Change does not always arrive as revolution. Sometimes it arrives as a question, a doubt, a enigma, that refuses to say goodbye.

Condemn the misogynist and violent Meme against Mamata Banerjee.

By Ratna Raman. To this day, you can find both Ganesha and the white peacock on the small balcony, outside Swati’s study window.

By Amit Sengupta/Saharanpur. How dare they enter the home of a woman, when she is alone with her teenage 14-year-old daughter, assault her and physically harm her

Ode to Serena: I fear I am losing you.

By Ganpy Natraj. Every Tamil wedding I attended as a child smelled like jasmine and sounded like silk.