By Aayushi Rana. In the silence, the cries of the past echo loudly, urging us to never forgive and forget, and ensure that the horrors of genocide are never to be repeated.

By Rakhshanda Jalil. Read this book, maybe not from cover from cover, but dip into it in no particular order, perusing the stories included here one at a time at your leisure allowing their full import to sink in. Read it for its affirmation of the ‘idea’ of India that is under threat, yes, but is not fully effaced. Read it also for its robust assertion that the Urdu language is alive and well, and yes, Urdu is not the language of the Indian Muslims, alone.

By Aditya Nigam. Well, the upshot was that I had to tell them that I would not be able to do what I was expected to do by the ‘German public sphere’ -- that is, dance to the tune of the German and the Israeli states.

Raju Mansukhani. 60 rich years of the Museum Society of Mumbai: Knowledge, culture, aesthetics. An intense labour of love. A report.

By Hussain Naqvi. Muharram and the Legacy of Channu Lal Dilgeer's Marsiyas. A forgotten poet of the Ganga-Jamuni culture — this Hindu poet transcended religion to immortalize the tragedy of Imam Hussain.

By Raju Mansukhani. Vignettes from the just-released catalogue of 'Picturing Place: Painted and Printed Maps at the Udaipur Court'.

By Narendra Pachkede. Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o leaves behind no fixed doctrine but a practice. A practice of listening to ancestral echoes. A practice of writing against forgetting.

By Aayushi Rana. "I walked through a portal from 16th-century India into the golden, mosaic-strewn age of the Roman Empire."

Rakhshanda Jalil. No matter how sick at heart we might occasionally get, we see it as our self-appointed task to keep on recording.