The Middle Stage

As the train pulls into Mumbai’s Victoria Terminus, dozens of people, keen to gain a headstart over their fellow travellers, begin to spill ...

From a grove of trees by a river, a child bearing a crown of peacock feathers emerges skipping and dancing, silhouetted against the sky and ...

This essay appeared last weekend in The Peacock, the daily newspaper of the International Film Festival of India Last December, I wandered d...

This year, for the first time in my life, the mango became something more than an exciting and consoling and sensuous gustatory experience f...

"Understanding The Mind of the Young Indian Voter."  This cover story written by myself appears this week as the cover story in Th...

"Jai Shri Ram!" All day long, the cry surfaces and reverberates in Ayodhya. It is the rallying call of the public along the wide ...

The poet Kabir deserves to be counted alongside Rumi and Julian of Norwich as one of the greatest mystics of the last millennium. From the f...