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

A Translation of Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s Intesaab (Dedication) Agha Shahid Ali, in his introduction to The......

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out......

It’s always the acridly sweet smell of shit and matted dust crossing into Hauz Khas village.......

There remains an orange peel map under my collarbones,By the time we meet, it will rot......

it has become     a reconciliation  this return to the jaws of the river        waters......

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

An elite Mumbai school, an elegant writer-detective and students who are seemingly up to no good.......

It’s hard to come back to reality after finishing The Girl in White Cotton. It lingers......