Drive through Palghat at dusk, and you’ll find a Kerala that still remembers itself. The paddy fields stretch in emerald sheets, their...

I thought about hair and betrayal when I first read about Israel bombing Iranian nuke factories. There was a time when India could have...

Don’t leave it too late. Places like this don’t stay forever. They return—softly, without complaint—to the earth that birthed them. Back...

Hidden gems aren’t found, they’re felt— in a change of wind, a hush in the trees, a turn in the road that seems to remember. One such...

For a few quiet years, I lived in a cottage in Mussoorie with my three dogs. It was built in 1864 with the typical corrugated tin roof...

History may one day judge that the single greatest failure of Indian strategic thinking wasn’t the loss of territory or the delay in...

“We no longer live in a world,” said President John F. Kennedy during the white-knuckled hours of the Cuban Missile Crisis, “where only...

By now, Greta Thunberg’s name is less associated with climate data and more with a kind of messianic performance activism—where outrage...

Love, that primal force, is both a sanctuary and a battleground. It promises transcendence but often delivers tragedy. Passion fuels its...

When a meme can land you in jail, what’s the real joke? Last week, an angry Bombay High Court yelled at the Maharashtra government which...

This blog is written by ChatGPT and edited later. But not much. Mussoorie, the charming hill station located in Uttarakhand, is a popular...

I am a dog person. But I'm not an all kinds of dog person. I don't like small dogs because they can be insecure, or think they are bigger...

There is something disreputable about snooping. Like the cloying smell of old laundry that lingers in the air after sweaty assignations...

The mist gets a lot of bad press. It is associated with vampires, other denizens of the night, murderers and highwaymen and all sorts of...

People with a taste for butter chicken and dal makhni usually gravitate to Mussoorie town and the hostelries in and around Mall Road....

At the drop of a drop from a glass, anyone in Landour will tell you a ghost story. The place is full of them. Some spirits are harmless...

I find myself wondering these days why I'm so scared. I don't usually scare easy. When I was studying the occult in my thirties, (more of...

Funeral pyres of Covid-19 dead

When I first met V S Naipaul at a party in New Delhi in the year he won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the writer was enjoying a glass...

In May, no bookie would have put money on an understated Southern politician becoming India’s the most progressive leader. The true soul...