By Dr Rashid Ali. So why was well-known Italian scholar of Hindi, Francesca Orsini, deported from India?

By Narendra Pachkhede. And who speaks for Gaza?

By Ajith Pillai. Much of my free time between the age of thirteen and twenty was spent in the neighbourhood park with a group of friends. We called ourselves the ‘Crime Syndicate’ .

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

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 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 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.’

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.

By Ajith Pillai. Does this suggest that people, citizens of a nation, brainwashed over the decades to accept totalitarian authority silently, have lost their will to protest?

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.

By Amartya Acharya. It's all in that ‘perhaps’, and thus we needed more. We didn't need Dylan depicted as ‘A Complete Unknown’. Rather we needed to understand the mindset that makes him Like a Rolling Stone.

By Ajith Pillai. Political Science Fiction: The government’s Mahasamadhi Bill as forced Euthanasia for millions of the jobless and poor. Only the rich could live and flourish. The advertising blitz that accompanied it was persistent. ‘Death is not Elimination; It’s an Elevation’ -- was the official slogan that haunted citizens 24/7.

By Sarita Chouhan. Like a weaver weaving warp and weft. It's repetitive. Meditative. Mystic.

By Ramsharan Joshi. The libraries in these schools are extraordinary. Public libraries offer memberships to 6-month-old babies! I saw this in Edmonton, the capital of Alberta, Canada. Even 4th and 5th graders are used to ‘heavy books’. In summer, children are encouraged to read and write, and discover their  independent minds.

By Narendra Pachkhede. His music was steeped in jazz and cabaret; his dialogue was in the Beiruti dialect, his wit was mordant. He wrote not of cedars but of unpaid rent, not of timeless landscapes, but of shifting alliances. He did not so much mock Lebanon’s hypocrisies as make them speak.

By Arjun Janah. But, still, be gentle with yourself.