My conversations with my son — filled with the wonders of innocence and the delights of discovery — have been my escape route throughout the lockdown; they have helped me navigate the gloom that envelopes humanity after the pandemic.
While the annual Khusrau Urs at the Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya dargah, in New Delhi, may not be a physical celebration, the Rekhta Foundation brings together Sufi luminaries for a virtual festival today, from 8 pm to 12 midnight
Urdu poets rage against the deprivations of labourers and farmers and have written about them in glorious terms, like irtiqa ka peshva (a frontrunner of evolution) and tehzeeb ka parwardigar (the nourisher of culture).
Set in the Andaman Islands in the decade prior to India’s freedom in 1947, it is the story of bleak and blighted lives caught in the vortex of history. It is also the story of wanton and gratuitous wartime cruelties.
Today, Irish women writers are finding international recognition, and are being assessed on their own terms. They are being published and awarded, and young women writers are succeeding early on in their career.