By Sreela Das Gupta in Santiniketan. And the whispers of our kisses... Which we stole from the pages... Of an incomplete story... 

By Ajith Pillai in Chennai. AI. Will we become slaves to the machines and the corporations that run them? 

By Rao Farman Ali. Mutton holds a central place in daily life and family/community celebrations. Dishes such as the aromatic Rogan Josh, Rista, and the celebrated Gushtaba highlight how mutton is the essence of Wazwaan, Kashmir's traditional grand feast.

By Suresh Nautiyal. Little India is no longer merely a relic of colonial segregation; it is a confident commercial hub integrated into Singapore’s disciplined urban order.

Said Arundhati Roy: ‘It is a way of shutting down a conversation about a crime against humanity even as it unfolds before us in real time—when artists, writers and filmmakers should be doing everything in their power to stop it.’

By Naren Singh Rao. So why is the Assam CM talking about 'point-blank' in hate politics AI images, and Rs 4 to rickwhaw-pullers?

By Vikram Zutshi. There is something almost surreal about reading a luxury fashion writer describe her sequined Manish Malhotra sari paired with Cartier jewellery, and then shifting into commentary about anti-immigration marches.   

By Raju Mansukhani. On his 123rd birth anniversary, remember his words: Fanaticism is the greatest thorn in the path of cultural intimacy.

By Satya Sagar. Hope floats. In satire and caricature. In dissent and resistance. In freedom and justice.

By Narendra . His films do not argue. They persist. They ask not what history means, but how long one is willing to remain with it after meaning has thinned out.

By Nivedita Chandrappa. I never ever expected to encounter another woman like Scarlett O’Hara on the big screen—but then Agnes Hathaway appeared in Hamnet, brought to life with remarkable intensity by Irish actress Jessie Buckley.

By Warsha Mishra, Users have exploited the bot to create deepfake images that ‘undress’ photographs posted online, causing intense embarrassment and psychological trauma to the victims.

By Anuradha Bhasin. What is worrying is that we are witnessing an increasing pattern of a combination of power, political protection, and legal manoeuvring that is creating an institutional framework where the survivor’s trauma matters little in the face of political influence.

By Meher Pestonji. With the emphasis on materialism and rational thinking, have humans de-valued, perhaps lost, subtle but powerful energy connections?

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.

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

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 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?