Recalling Morocco
Wanderlust, when fed by occasion and experience, translates into memories in the mind, and for many…
Arts & Culture
Once upon a time in Copenhagen
I knew not a soul in Copenhagen when I landed there one cold wintry night many…
SITA AS LUCIFER
In Sanskrit there is a verb, aranyarodhan, which means “weeping in the wilderness”. I discovered the…
Rebel with a pause: The rugged landscape of Mahadevi Verma
“I have bathed the darkness Of many a night And washed the redness With the yellow…
The Last Faith
The River in my backyard and the ocean in my mind… Is Sufism the last faith…
The Last Hope
The month of January owes its name to Janus, a two-faced Roman God who is connected…
Chandralekha: Rainbow on the roadside
Here’s a little detour. This isn’t a chronicle of a life or the retelling of a…
The last Bastions of Obscurity
The vibrant, pulsating, scorching sunshine landscape of Van Gogh is also a story of suffering, in…
This Side of Paradise
This is not a review. It shall not offer a discursive, exacting dissection of the form,…
Through the screen, not so darkly
Pakistanis love Bollywood. There is no question about that. In the love-hate perceptions, Indian cinema has…