Pinto is a Mumbai-based writer
We would like to believe that Bollywood is a filthy place because we are really not sure how clean we are. And this dichotomy has turned to hate.
It goes without saying that we love our families. And we do. But our love is as fractured as the love of any other nation’s; it is as exhausted love.
Now is the time of the squelch of growth and the anarchy of life. The dead order of summer is done. Let it rain.
The hyphen offers you very little space but poets have never needed much. They make do. The space they demand is internal.
A rewarding book on Hrishikesh Mukherjee which will convince you to regard his films with admiration.
How to live with the reproachful ghost of Sylvia Plath.
This has informal details about the underworld that will keep you in cocktail conversation for years,but no big picture