Oh my love, it’s a long way we’ve come; From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons; From the stony fields, to hanging steel...

In second year English lit, we studied an anthology of Indian women authors called Inner Courtyard. Named thus, because the inner...

I mentioned to Rook the other day how I find it interesting that we live in a country where myth, history and belief are so tightly wound...

I was in the vile wasteland of Twitter the other day and came across a tweet, where a woman had asked why little-boy-shoes are so much...

On Saturday, Rook and I had ventured into Dharavi. Our quest? To find a nice leather purse for Rook’s mom who recently turned 75. Because...

Yesterday, in a furious burst of pre-Diwali madness, we ventured to the old furniture market at Oshiwara. The errand was simple: get a...

MUMBAI: THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK Vedashree Khambete-Sharma on the places and songs that perfectly sum up India’s maximum city Mumbai, as...