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Where do you come from?
On a recent trip to Bangladesh, she finally found the answer to the much asked question. Having been born and Read More
Gandhi’s Children
An image of my parents -in-law that’s never ceased to inspire me - a picture of Sharad Pandya who was Read More
Memory and Difficult Emotions: Notes of an Oral Historian
I first met Professor Pabitra Kumar Maitra on 2 April 2003. I had just started my interviews with Obaid Siddiqi, Read More
Bilqis, the Queen of Sheba-vignettes from Yemen II
Bilqis Here's a, sadly blurry, picture of a painting that hung in my hotel room in San'a. Now, this may Read More
Caravanserai – vignettes from Yemen
Tower of Peace Trying to organize my generally messy life, I was working my way through some old boxes and Read More
Memories of the Matriarch
When I look back on my earliest memories of childhood, I always see my all-white sari clad, completely unadorned, hair Read More
Where do you come from?
On a recent trip to Bangladesh, she finally found the answer to the much asked question. Having been born and Read More
Gandhi’s Children
An image of my parents -in-law that’s never ceased to inspire me - a picture of Sharad Pandya who was Read More
Memory and Difficult Emotions: Notes of an Oral Historian
I first met Professor Pabitra Kumar Maitra on 2 April 2003. I had just started my interviews with Obaid Siddiqi, Read More
Bilqis, the Queen of Sheba-vignettes from Yemen II
Bilqis Here's a, sadly blurry, picture of a painting that hung in my hotel room in San'a. Now, this may Read More
Caravanserai – vignettes from Yemen
Tower of Peace Trying to organize my generally messy life, I was working my way through some old boxes and Read More
Memories of the Matriarch
When I look back on my earliest memories of childhood, I always see my all-white sari clad, completely unadorned, hair Read More
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