Almost every day I think about writing to you. I feel that you would be interested in these days of mine; slow moving and dense as they are. I feel that you, with your kind heart would recognise something worthy and brave in them. I am learning to drive. I
 The butterfly did not think of herself as human at all. She thought that she was just meant to flutter around in her world and feast on the nectar from flowers. She had a tumultuous and arduous existence as a larva, which she
“We have one life to live. To deny ourselves art in that one life would be tragic.” So believe the founders of Kulture Shop, a Bandra-based showroom and store that is trying to bring art, accessibility, modernity, and Indian-ness together under one umbrella. "We're building a community.
Ever curious about your dying day? The Oracle of Tripe has all the answers. Won-Tolla presents the bewildering tale of a man who asks for it and, unfortunately, gets it.
1. 2012 was the year of The Girl in the Leopard-Skin Brassiere. In 2012, for three whole months, she occupied the drawing room of my imagination. 2. That year, the heat forced people out on to their balconies in vests and shorts. Nature’s way of nudging us to talk.
While cooking and heavy metal might be an unlikely pairing in most people's minds, Sahil Makhija, frontman of Mumbai-based death metal band Demonic Resurrection, relishes the combination. In early 2011, Makhija---better known in the local metal scene as the Demonstealer---merged his passion for cooking with his love of
Ever curious about your dying day? The Oracle of Tripe has all the answers. Won-Tolla presents the bewildering tale of a man who asks for it and, unfortunately, gets it.
For 11 years, from the day she was appointed as a temp, then confirmed as a Librarian’s Assistant, and later promoted to the post of Chief Librarian of Girl’s Sr. Cambridge High School, Coimbatore, she had been travelling on this very route. Every morning, she left her house
It was around three years ago that I watched a documentary---Fuel---on our, and more specifically the Americans’, addiction to oil. An email that I circulated among a few friends at that time has prompted me to share those thoughts with a wider audience. What had started off as an innocuous