Delhi & Mumbai, two definitions of what it means to me. A nostalgic, dramatic legacy? Or a rags-to-riches renegade?
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.
An Indian student was denied an internship because of India’s complicity in rape culture. Is it about race or safety?
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
The internet is full of reactions to reactions, every one of them vying for rage and control. Who’s remembering these lost letters?
Once, during my winter vacations, my grandmother sent me downstairs to buy some vegetables. I knew nothing about veggies of course but her reassuring face hovered above from the balcony as she said she would point out the fresh ones from the rest. So I skipped down the stairs to…
Let me tell you about my recessive gene. It involves idlis, questionable pronunciations and the Great South Indian Software Dream.
Main aur mera camera
Aksar yeh baatein karte hain…
Mere dono sheher are tributes to colour