By Suresh Nautiyal. Ankita Bhandari’s name will continue to return—not as history, but as a warning. And warnings, when ignored for too long, have a way of returning with greater force.

By Kumudini Pati. If our daughters are not safe in this country, than the entire society should stand up in outrage and protest -- relentlessly -- till the criminals are punished, and the survivor, her mother, and her family get justice.

Life at the forest's edge This is not a place that performs for visitors. Ranthambore exists on its own terms, in its own time, and you either learn to move with its rhythm or you miss everything that matters. By Aayushi Rana There are moments in life when something inside you asks for change. Mine had been asking quietly for a while, but I'd been too caught up in routine to listen. From a desk job that measured time in emails and deadlines, from a hectic life that had forgot

By Baishali Chatterjee . Would you like the story of your life to be told in a highly boring fashion, or would you like it to be told with beautiful music in it?

By Suresh Nautiyal. Civilised societies do not measure the worth of human life by passports and facial features.

Filmmaker Paromita Vohra in conversation with Baishali Chatterjee on working girls/women, sex work, domestic work, erotic dance, paid and unpaid housework, commercial surragacy, egg donation and women's rights in our society.

Editor's Note: Dear Readers. A work of art is an eternal melody in bloom. As we enter a new year of despair and optimism, here is an artist's precious gift to you -- painted with the final dots post-midnight of 31st December, 2025. Stay blessed and inspiring. Take good care of yourself. Let's make the world a better place.

By Narendra Pachkhede. The ‘refugee’ is a mythical symbol of hate. The border is everywhere now.

By Maitreyi Kaptijn and Swarna Rajagopalan/Sapan News. Does it matter if one girl sits with her aunt to draw some pictures and write some words? We believe it matters.

By Regina Johnson. Stop the violence against the media, and the hounding of journalists.

By Rao Farman Ali. This alienation, she argues, severs the child from their cultural moorings. “When your worth is tied to a biology textbook or a physics equation, even problems of mathematics, what room is there for Lal Ded’s Vaakhs, Shaikh Ul Alam's Shruks or the revolutionary verses of Abdul Ahad Azad, even patriotic stanzas of Mehjoor?

By Rao Farman Ali. At least they will not be trapped inside, waiting for the storm.

By Rao Farman Ali. Last spring in Kashmir, Altaf secured the hives on his mini-truck successfully and happily caught the first light of the snow on the peaks. His journey, like that of his bees, was a search for sustenance and sweetness in a rugged, beautiful, and uncertain land, with that deep sense of hope, that this journey will continue -- come what may.

By Janaky Sreedharan. Seema Khanwalkar offers an interesting mix of insights into folk culture, popularity of nano cars, digital identity of the sari, vagaries of the Indian middle class and the branding of Gandhi, to name but a few.

By Regina Johnson. Even in her absence, Roy’s work created a space for critical thinking. The conversation illustrated the book club’s goal of using global literature as a bridge between cultures and struggles.

By Raju Mansukhani. It takes a philosopher-poet to lead us onto a poet-historian.

By Narendra Pachkhede in Toronto. Francis Fukuyama saw an ending and mistook it for a universal horizon; Faisal Devji does not agree.

By Baishali Chatterjee. many of these forms of work have been abolished by the government, whether it's bar dancing, or imposing bans on erotic dancing etc, or legal restrictions oon commercial surrogacy.

By Kuhu Singh. What will the year 2025 say about humanity in the year 2075?

By Ratna Raman. In VS Naipaul's semi-autobiographical ‘A House for Mr Biswas’, there are only fleeting glimpses of its most attractive woman character. What if she were to tell her story and that of Naipaul – or Anand, her son in the novel – instead of the other way round? Hence, her story.