Aparna When we were little, my brother and I dreaded falling ill. Not because of the fever that gave us ...

I am flooded with memories of the original narrator of this story as I sit down to write. I can ...

Last year, I went back to Varanasi, or Benaras as the locals call it (or Kashi as the Hindu scriptures ...

                          ‘We are but only fragile threads, but ...

Forty-odd years ago, I entered the "Boro Bari" through a nondescript door and stepped into a cool and dark hallway ...

Commemorating 67th Independence Day of the Federation of Malaya (31 August 1957) I am  dedicated to capturing and preserving the ...

The year is 1936.  The Dutta family from Sylhet ( then undivided India, now part of Bangladesh )  were proud ...

Smile - and the world smiles with you. Grieve - and you grieve alone. These had been the words I had ...

I have always been proud to be my Baba’s daughter. I do not have his  outstanding intellect or his ability ...

In 1946, a year before the Partition and Independence of India, I was a young seven year old girl living ...