The World Was Not Their Story
With few correspondents overseas, independent India’s newspapers have depended on agencies and publications in London or Washington, content to wear the blinkers of the West.


With few correspondents overseas, independent India’s newspapers have depended on agencies and publications in London or Washington, content to wear the blinkers of the West.



‘Elegantly written… Should be mandatory reading for citizens of Delhi who wish to know their city better—even, or especially, those who do not buy or read books themselves.



With few correspondents overseas, independent India’s newspapers have depended on agencies and publications in London or Washington, content to wear the blinkers of the West.



‘Elegantly written… Should be mandatory reading for citizens of Delhi who wish to know their city better—even, or especially, those who do not buy or read books themselves.



‘Like the warmth from the winter sun, Phukan’s writing warms the cockles of your heart with her emotion-laden storytelling, but leaves you with some harsh realities of life.



The shutters rise every night at 11:11 Every night at exactly 11:11, when most of Calcutta is asleep, the shutters of Nimtala Tea House rise.



Kohima, 1944. At the edge of an empire, a war is drawing near.



The rewriting of history is not simply about changing a few lines in a textbook.



What might India become in a world where the certainties of yesterday no longer hold? For Kiran Karnik, the answer begins with taking both the country’s possibilities and its problems seriously.



Dr Vijaya grew up in Davanagere, a small town in Karnataka, in the 1940s.



‘Boyhood is suffused with hope and hormones, where young freedom fighters are intoxicated by male beauty while school boys navigate the boundaries between love and lust.



With few correspondents overseas, independent India’s newspapers have depended on agencies and publications in London or Washington, content to wear the blinkers of the West.



‘He has helped us see what we would have otherwise missed.’—India Review of Books ‘Our very own resident Wordsworth.



‘Tsering Namgyal explores and explains the psychology of exile-born Tibetans and with great empathy [and] articulates their frustrations, anger and hopes for themselves and for Tibet.



‘This rich account of the Hajj memoirs of women from Assam— actors, botanists, poets, scholars—gives you much more than a travel diary or a religious archive.



‘The real canvas of Sudha Gupta’s work is the murky depth of human behaviour. The Death of a Sarus Crane is not formulaic crime fiction.



When empire settles in for the night, the ghosts begin to speak.



When the Emergency descends upon India in 1975, Srinivasa Rao is an ordinary Telugu lecturer in an ordinary college in Andhra Pradesh, whose greatest loyalties are to his family and the routines of everyday life.



‘Countries are made up of stories. So are families.



‘Elegantly written… Should be mandatory reading for citizens of Delhi who wish to know their city better—even, or especially, those who do not buy or read books themselves.



Shanta Gokhale, lifelong reader and bibliophile, looks back at her reading life and examines books and writers she has loved and re-read, returning to them time and again at different points in her life.



‘Social policy is too important to be left to experts. It must also draw on informed views of concerned citizens.



‘We do not always require the services of a time machine to travel in dramatic ways across diverse periods.



In 1898, the wandering saint Swami Ramananda Bharati set out from the Garhwal Himalayas towards one of the most remote and revered destinations in the world: Mount Kailash and Manas Sarovar in Tibet.
