Clarice and I
I have struggled all my life to cure this tendency to daydream, lest it should carry…
March 2nd, 2016
न्याय
न्याय न्याय का क्या मज़हब है? न्याय की क्या ज़ात है? क्या सोचे कोई फिर…
Dekhna Hain, Dekhte Hain
dekhna hain, dekhte hain: a ghazal the season to play with colours is always just…
NRI vs NRI
I really wanted to write a contrarian column this month, upending the critical consensus on the…
A Spoonful of Lunacy
A figure—a luminous figure that was—moved through a swirling haze of blue steam, ambling on in…
60 Watts
A small big-city window lights up at an ungodly hour. Part-drunk, part-bronchitic Mohan turns on a…
Sarojini and the Sambrani
They say it looks like glass, shining, translucent. Even cuts like glass, or so said…
Rajkumar
Once upon a time there was a rajkumar. Rajkumar? You mean a prince? Not a king…
The Strange Ailments of Solitary Dreamers
“It’s me, me, the cursed one, I am guilty!” —Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov …
किलेरिनेट
वो दोनों बग़ल की बिल्डिंग में थे। फि़रोज़ सुबह सुबह अपनी किलेरिनेट (clarinet) लेकर, खिड़की के पास…
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