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The Revolution Will Not Be Contextualised

Case 1: I was attending a public talk a few weeks ago at the India...

Beautiful Incoherence

  Two Years, Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights Salman Rushdie Random...

Presumptions of Purity

  Presumptions of Purity Come to bed. Switch off the light. Leave the music...

My Mother’s Earrings

When you’ve been locked up in an unknown dingy cold room for a time, you...

Phnom Penh: Rising from the Ashes

A busy street in Phnom Penh Our bus from Siem Reap reached Phnom Penh by dusk...

Pulling the Trigger

After my car broke down last night just outside the city, I walked into this...

Peer-ing into the Abyss

Last month, we learnt from highly placed sources that the Chief Minister of...

Songs of the Red River

“And over the village slipped the days, passing into the nights; the weeks...

Guests, Some More Equal Than Others

Delhi’s hoardings usually skew towards the political. These days, they are...