Born Spectator

In these darkest hours of my existence in the middle of this melancholic night, when the rain outside befalls the putrid leftovers of last ...

Another Boeing 737, on its way into the Tribhuvan International Airport, hovers in the clouds, playing hide and seek above the bowl-shape...

"Dhyaan dibin dada, mayjik dakhabo!" - shouts the boy in an attempt to attract attention. The second class air conditioned...

The entire stretch of Asaf Ali Road between Kamla Market and Daryaganj is dotted with people in pink turbans. Clad mostly in kurtas and dh...

राजधानी दिल्ली में हमारा आगमन जीवन के उस पड़ाव पर हुआ, जिसकी व्याख्या "अनिश्चितकाल" नामक संज्ञा देकर मोटे तौर पर की जा सकती है। ...

[Part 7 of 7 writings on  Kashmir ] It was the day of  jumme-ki-namaaz  yesterday – a big day, considering it was the last  jumma  in t...

[Part 6 of 7 writings on  Kashmir ] An old adage says that the journey is often more important than the destination. In Kashmir, a lot ...

[Part 5 of 7 writings on  Kashmir ] There goes a saying: when Salim Nuruddin Jahangir, the famous Mughal emperor, was asked about his...

[Part 4 of 7 writings on  Kashmir ] The beauty of the Jhelum is enhanced today – it has been raining incessantly since last night, and ...

[Part 3 of 7 writings on  Kashmir ] It's a cloudy day in Srinagar, literally, the 'venerable city'. I have woken up quite l...