In moments of intense reporting, I could be counted on to miss the incidentals: the nature of the light in the hospital ward, the presence or absence of bangles or teeth. To alleviate the strain of remembering, and the shame of getting stuff wrong, I began carrying a still camera, then a video came…
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“I’m from here. I grew up here. In fact, that’s why the government invited me back for this work.”
Short fiction by Karan Mahajan.
‘India, as we know it, is changing. What will it become?’
Memoir by Amitava Kumar.
‘In Delhi the heat is chemical, something unworldly, a dry bandage or heating pad wrapped around the body.’
Memoir by Amitava Kumar.
‘The homogeneity of cities is a form of madness, but it’s also comfortable because it’s a recognisable madness.’
Kalpesh Lathigra on Mumbai, artistic perspective and moving away from neutrality.
‘Before chintziness there was chintz, a fabric produced in India and imported to Europe by colonial traders.’
Sam Johnson-Schlee on what chintz means.
‘By now the Glasnost Tsar has reached the spot where I am standing. He is rather short and stocky, a cuddly ball-like figure hemmed in by his gigantic bodyguards, giving the impression of someone shy and helpless.’
