By Shamya Dasgupta. An idealist. A rebel. A genius filmmaker. The resurrection of Ritwik Ghatak.

By Amit Sengupta. Then something like a smile passed fleetingly over what had once been her face.  

By Benjamin Joseph. This is not cinema that seeks empathy—it demands confrontation, defies simplicity.

By Anuradha Bhasin. The post-2019 reality should have led to a consensus in the three regions – Jammu, Kashmir, and Ladakh – over similar grievances and challenges, but they stand even more estranged.

By Amit Sengupta. The happiness she feels every time she knows he is near, and the correspondence, the letters they exchange over time, makes the bonding stronger. The final scene, when he leaves Buenos Aires and she says goodbye to him at the train station, is of absolute love — a different kind of love.

By Amit Sengupta. So what is that she is forever holding back and why?

By Ratna Raman. ‘Mimosa pudica’ is identified as feminine and the traits of ‘lajja’ or ‘pudica’ become a pattern of behaviour associated with the female gender. Lajjawati is a woman endowed with shyness or ‘laaj’, who can be easily discomfited or embarrassed. In Tamil, it is known as ‘totta-shurungi’ which translates into English as that which would shrink upon touch.

By Huneza Khan. And yet, Arundhati Roy allows a sliver of something softer. Tenderness flickers beneath anger and unguarded defiance. Butterflies stirred inside me.

By Narendra Pachkhede. James Vanderbilt’s Nuremberg arrives in full Hollywood regalia—swelling score, courtroom spectacle, America once more cast as custodian of justice. Evil becomes magnetic, irresistible to the camera.

By Ganpy Nataraj. Their Grammy-submitted third album bridges time, tradition, and transcendence — reaffirming why Agam remains India's most progressive rock band.

By Ramsharan Joshi. Inside the Muir Redwoods, where the natives lived for centuries, until they were eliminated by the whites.

By Uttara Shidore. To me, drawing these patterns feels like a silent prayer—healing, meditative, and cathartic.

By Suresh Nautiyal Greenananda. Each beat of the dhol, swirl of the ghagra, and chant of ritual song conveys not merely performance, but a declaration of life, resilience, and aesthetic celebration.

By Purnima Chakraborti. Feminist Street Theatre: The Rhythms of Resistance. The sense of an urgent need for change is skilfully conveyed to the reader through photographs, quotations from plays, and narratives about performances.

By Narendra Pachkhede. The Sharm el-Sheikh Peace Summit on Gaza: a televised triumph? A reality show dressed up as a fake peace accord?

By Isabel Allende. Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.’

By Ramsharan Joshi in Las Vegas. This is romance at first sight.

Anuradha Kumar. A murder is only part of everything else that happens in a small town over certain years. It’s never properly resolved. A murder was a dramatic way for me to ask questions. And there are still so many questions.

By Ajith Pillai. Is the AI bubble bound to burst? A recent case tells a story.

By Samina Salim. Damage, desolation, desperation; too much for too long. Today I write dream, I write bloom, I write freedom.