BOOK REVIEW: Best Of Friends – Kamila Shamsie
What does Benazir Bhutto have to do with me? We women of the subcontinent. My sisters, my friends.
Book reviews & analyses
What does Benazir Bhutto have to do with me? We women of the subcontinent. My sisters, my friends.
Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
The most poignant events of our lives still leave an impact that only lasts a couple of years at most. What do we make of ‘true love’ which has a kind of endlessness?
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life. It was like coming home.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
My post-COVID reflections in autorickshaws confront privilege, embrace Mumbai’s diversity, discover shared poetry transcend languages.
I did not expect to find feminism in a book about Shah Rukh Khan. But reading Shrayana Bhattacharya’s book on the gender wage gap made me rethink.
There are treasures in hidden corners as much as there are monsters called trauma. This un-loving wanting is our map.
He writes of the isolation of chasing material dreams. I saw exquisite poetry laced with slivers of pain.