Bhawna Yadav had dreamed of a new life with the man she loved. But she never imagined it would go so wrong.
Have you ever wondered, why, despite all that we know about surveillance and data mining, we continue to use all our social media?
The diving ducks are relatively heavy-boned and seek their meals at the bottom of ponds and water bodies.
Justice Leila Seth’s new collection of essays gently reminds that urgency was not a stranger to the UPA.
In a two-part series, a ready reckoner of the ‘dabbler’ ducks who come calling every year around this time.
As the famous song in Casablanca goes, a kiss is just a kiss, so what is the big deal about kissing in public?
A letter from an artist to her son Dear darling Ahaan, You’re turning nine in a few days. When I asked daddy if you would be too embarrassed to receive this note from me, he told me to go ahead and write what I feel. You perhaps know that you have brought us more happiness […]
I have a confession to make. As a child, I was not a reader. Picking up a book for “fun” was like hitting the pause button on life.
Life is moving so fast. It was just a little over a decade ago. I was sad and alone, and I prayed for a blessing and found you in my arms!
I’ve chosen to be a little formal as I want to talk about life and its challenges on this Children’s Day.
I still remember the day when you were born — not the exact date though — it was Ram Navami. We have celebrated seven Ram Navamis since.
The day you were born, we began dreaming of an education for you. But there was a shadow of fear.
A letter from a cartoonist to his daughter…
Writing to you in November with the fan whirring above my head. Sheetkaal kakhon ashbe Suparna?
I am writing this letter to you not exactly from a prison as Jawaharlal Nehru did when he wrote his letters on world history to his daughter.