Those Bombay Sundays My father woke up his usual ‘early.’ ‘Seize the day’, he would say.......

Say “home”—but never namethe village of your birth,ancestors purgedfrom its silent orchards. Say “once”—but not that......

KD: Hello Aatish! It is a pleasure and honour to have you onboard. Your books have......

Gita Avi touches me only when I’m asleep. I like it, too, especially because he doesn’t......

I came from this dust.Wherever I may wander, the land walks with me.Look closer—can you see......

An incredible and enchanting collection of short stories from the Afghan perspective, written by an Afghan-Canadian......

“If we can’t speak, why live?” said Shabana.* It was midweek, late afternoon. I hurried to the......

Sanjena Sathian’s second novel “Goddess Complex” playfully yet with so much conviction, dissects the millennial woman’s......

Translators are paradoxical beings—both creators and conduits, both self-effacing and self-assertive. Are they driven by an......