Mirza’s Sea, Salt & Spice: A History of Mumbai Through Food is a necessary compilation of......

On a moonless night deep in the ribs of a dry Ganga, lies Kashi, in new......

From a two-hundred-year-old Shiva temple, turn left. The market road in Gokarna has two castes, the......

  Nora sipped her tea from the porcelain cup left by her grandmother, her lips avoiding......

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distanttrees. loud that far call –not birdbut squirrel. that—the late-risingkoel in the greencrownof twin bungalows....

It was past 11 pm at the airport. I had 5-year-old Kabir with me — tired,......

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Summer dust had the habit of getting everywhere.  It gathered in the cracked wood of our......

*some names have been changed When I first realized that something was wrong, I was attending......

You were where the fennel seed was.Caught in my gums.Sharp and tricky, I curled my tongue......

We cannot now try to edit or censor our past.You cannot hide famines you forced on......

American anthropologist Nancy Scheper‐Hughes describes the global trade in human organs as a morbid transaction between......