The ocean is a completely different beast at this time: it's ranting and raving, sending spume and spray high in the air – nothing well-mannered about it

'If my elder sister does something wrong, it’s my duty to write against that', says Sahgal, 98, at her home in Dehradun

Pride Month is more than floats and hashtags. It is memory. It is mourning. It is magic. It is the pulse of those who dared to love before love was allowed

Gender is not destiny. Emotion is not weakness. Strength is not shape-shifting into masculine myth. We must let go of these tropes.

In her new book 'Mitahara', the celebrity nutritionist advocates keeping a simple kitchen with only a few pots, pans and spices

A tiger and a stray dog fell into an abandoned well in Kerala’s Idukki district. Just what did they say to each other?

From deep blue night skies to flowering yellows that attract bees, from the fiery reds of blood to the orange of roaring fires – colours signal the fullness of life and love

At 51, I find myself circling back to things I thought I’d outgrown — memories, mistakes, names I hadn’t said out loud in years. I’m not wiser, just more aware of what I don’t know. And more willing, now, to sit with the discomfort without trying to tidy it up.

Matthai is probably best remembered today as the main author of the Bombay Plan of 1944, an action plan for economic development in independent India, underwritten by a few industrialists. He worked on it at the behest of JRD Tata, as Matthai had had a long and successful stint with the Tata group.

Like his works of fiction, the essays showcase what Ghosh is best at — lending an attentive ear to migrants, sailors, soldiers, tribal communities, friends, neighbours

We weren’t lovers yet, just two teenagers teetering on the edge of tenderness, balanced between black ink and blue sky. He never said he loved me. He didn’t need to. He showed up. Until he didn’t.

For an arid region that once produced nothing but millets, the Malaprabha river’s rocky valley ultimately made amends by spawning an empire so powerful that it reigned supreme over the Deccan variously between the 6th and 12th centuries CE

Dehradun’s little river system flowed and curved, carrying paper boats and memories until flyovers and malls crowded its banks

From the American River to the Yamuna in Delhi – the ducks, the gulls and the slipping sand

I found it mystical and mysterious how one river could hold such ability to empower and evoke such enduring faith

"In its early days — the VKA was formed in 1952 — the organisation focused on two things: countering Christian influence among tribals and spreading Hindu values. However, from 1970 onwards, many Left-oriented organisations started raising the issue of forest and land rights," says the author

The translator of the Kannada short fiction collection Heart Lamp on why the act of writing and translating is always hyphenated, the criticism that the book has faced and why translating a work by a woman is very different to that by a man

The short fiction collection is not a seductive read in the traditional sense. It doesn’t dazzle with plot twists or offer the slow burn of psychological complexity. Instead, it demands something more uncomfortable from the reader: to sit with pain, to listen to voices that have long been smothered, and to recognise that certain stories aren’t told to entertain; they are articulated to hold space for grief, for defiance, for survival

In this world of hyper-influence and algorithmic affirmation, we’re all chasing aura over authenticity. We’re measured not by meaning but metrics.

The Kechki Forest Rest House and its surroundings in Jharkhand are an integral part of Ray’s classic Aranyer Din Ratri, a restored version of which was screened at the Cannes Film Festival. But unlike the film that became eternal, the Kechki of the film exists no more. This is its story

This thinly fictionalised account of the 1975-1977 Emergency years is a breath of fresh air

The more I lived, the more I saw that meaning was made in the margins. Not in the limelight, but in the lingering.

The artist speaks about the influences that shaped her and why she doesn’t shy away from depicting trauma in her work

The compositions follow the jazz drummer's quest for identity born out of a yearning for his grandfather and the homeland of Sindh