I picked Vir Das’s The Outsider: A Memoir for Misfits carrying two very different preoccupations: I......

A long cantilever bridge, steel frames and a bewildered city. In the waters, are three boats,......

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

The boys were not the only ones keeping an eye out on her. Their school was......

Sade rolled her eyes.“Yes, Mum,” she said into the speakerphone, absently fiddling with the plaque on......

The ash falls like dirty snow over the Ward of Shards, coating the corrugated tin roofs......

I. The Fourth Time I woke at eight in the morning and reached for my phone.......

We call her Mother Nature. And then we treat her exactly as we would our mother.......

unseen whistleof a pressure cooker lifts shrieking parrotsoff the neighbouringmango tree. summer airscattering green....

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