There is a story—part musicology, part myth—that Johann Sebastian Bach wrote the Chaconne, the monumental final movement of his Partita No. 2 in D minor for solo violin, after returning
Pramila Shetty, a.k.a. Pamu, my mother, started cooking at an early age as a daily chore assigned by my Amma, her mother. She began cooking to feed her siblings not
Whether for the love of the story, or because of a colonial hangover we have yet to calm, children often grow up on fairytales that end with glass slippers and
“All Activists on the Freedom Flotilla have been Abducted by Israel” There is a crow at the beach. A murder on the shore. The cry is sudden, jarring, making my
I never learned to grieve for my father. That language was perpetually distant to me. When my cousin told me that he had passed away, I went ahead with my
छोरी चली परदेस, मायका सुना हो गया, आंगन की कोयल भी चुप, गीत अधूरा हो गया। Chhori chali pardes, maayka suna ho gaya, angan ki koyal bhi chup, geet adhoora
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