I woke up early in the morning to activate my Instagram for the weekend. I had deactivated it only yesterday. Partly in...
People have always watched one another. We look, we listen, we guess. Sometimes we lean closer than we should. We tell ourselves...
We wake up, reach for the phone, check emails, even before the first cup of tea. Then we start again, messages, calls,...
On a bright autumn morning in Pampore, the fragrance of harvest lingers over the fields, which for generations were the economic lifeblood...
The world never stops. Noise everywhere. Phones buzzing. Screens flashing. People rushing. Cars honking. Messages piling up. Reading asks for something different....
The political decline of the Mughal, Ottoman and Safavid Empires in the eighteenth century did not signal a period of cultural and...
I placed an order for Roy’s latest book at a local online bookstore. As excited as I always am before receiving my...
Life can be steady, and things can be falling into place, and yet a voice in the back of our mind whispers,...
The rotten meat being uncovered is also exposing our rotten morals. For profit, our own have poisoned our plates. And with that,...
Joan Didion said, “The craft of writing is the art of thinking.” Simple. True. And more important now than ever. We live...