✕ ‹ › Jacques Derrida, in his 1995 work, Mal d’Archive, spoke about the feverish desire......

My friend Dhritvan goes to sleep every day after our class ends at 1:30 pm. “It’s......

I picked up the baby girl. She wasn’t breathing. 2:30 in the morning, roughly. The labour......

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. Ahmedabad was surprisingly cool this morning. Not......

Oishika Roy revisits Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend, the first of the Neapolitan quartet novels, published......

Apprehension enveloped her as she ran from room to room calling out his name,  pounding on......

Your uncles travelled eleven hours from Imiakebu to Giri, when news of your misfortune reached their......

This autobiography is not to glorify me nor justify my actions, but it is to lay......

Kalpana Karunakaran’s A Woman of No Consequence dismantles the tradition that invisibility is a personal failure. To be......

Dadu knew he was close—closer than he had ever been—to his own vanishing from earth. It......