We were, as far as I could see, the only foreign tourists at Srinagar airport. Our little party stood in […]
Neither childhood nor future are growing less…. Supernumerous existence wells up in my heart. From ‘The Ninth Elegy’, Rainer Maria […]
Retracing the steps of J.R. Ackerley, author of Hindoo Holiday
In 2002, Bhajju Shyam, a young artist from the Gond tribal community of central India travelled to London to spend […]
In every part of the world, there is a literature of war, of genocide, of internecine violence. In Europe, holocaust […]
Why we all want to be Modesty Blaise
Seen through the windows of an a/c compartment, the fortress of Jaisalmer appears to be another unidentifiable stain on marginally […]
Animals, innocence and the Age of Man.
Sometimes it seems that you can’t swing a cat in this city without bumping into someone who’s written a book […]
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