By Ratna Raman. Mangoes breathe life and meaning into the summer season. Mango ice cream, mango shake, and kulfi remain perennial favourites. The avant garde are spoilt for choice with desserts such as mango soufflés, mango cheesecake, plain mango cakes, mango yoghurt, mango jellies, jujubes, sandwiches and more. Mango jam, mango toffee, mango burfee, mango, halwa, mango kheer, mangoes in cream, are eternally delicious household visitors. Mango is the Queen.

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.

In conversation with Priyamvada Gopal. The scholar, Paul Gilroy, talks in terms ‘post-colonial melancholia’ and that is certainly there, but, also, I think, a toxic cocktail of rage, entitlement, false victimhood, exceptionalism, and vanity.

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

By Tarun Byaragi. If you also love stories, the next time you read a book, or watch a movie, try to analyse the story through a lens of justice.

By Narendra Pachkhede. This is a choreography of chaos, a Sufi whirling, a mirror with no reflection, something unnamed—and unnamable, an ethic of becoming, an aesthetic of surrender.

By Amartya Acharya. Because what is effective sci-fi, if not an allegorization of the times, of a world being utterly controlled under the stupid whims of a billionaire, or the exploration of the final frontier—space.

By Amartya Acharya. 'Sinners' has the space and potential to be political, to be historically accurate, and, yet...

Karen Gabriel speaks about the 'element of instantaneity': everything is arriving simultaneously in the ‘feed’ – and it disappears just as fast..

By Tathagata Chatterjee. Ray’s masterpiece was not made to be liked. It was made to be remembered.

By Ratna Raman. Being with the mother, who provided both nourishment and bodily contact, was a source of joy and delight and comfort. Being away from the mother was a space of unease or danger.

By R Kalpana. Vidhuthalai is not just a film – it’s a political document. A meditation on systemic oppression.