Toru Dutt (1856-1877) wrote novels, translations, poems and essays that, after her death, would fascinate South Asia and Europe.
...those who get her intellectual moorings and understand her role as a voice of dissent in today’s climate of “saffronisation”
You feel threatened in the day as well as in the dark. Women and girls, mere rag dolls, watched by predatory eyes. Murders. Violence. Assaults. Road rage. Kidnappings. Divorces.
The most famous legends of haunted hotels come from the colonial period and the violent history it brought to the Indian subcontinent.
There is a widespread misapprehension that Hindi is the national language of India. Although this misapprehension, the question is whether a national language is politically feasible for a country like India.
The Siddis first arrived in India in 628 AD. Others followed as Arab slaves and soldiers during the Islamic invasions of India in the 8th century...
They not only carried the legacy of colonial dining in Calcutta, but appropriated the culture of colonial dining in a manner such that in today’s restaurant spaces they are still apparent.
Naldera’s lasting contribution to world history, then, remains the Indian crows in Australia.
Mahomed’s coffee house did not sell any coffee whatsoever. It was the prototype of a takeaway and home-delivery restaurant.
I was born in one of the most romantic places in the world—Darjeeling—although I have only confused impressions of its beauty, and of the gaiety of life there...
Rudyard Kipling sent the details of the case to Arthur Conan Doyle...the case was passed on instead to Agatha Christie.
I came home on the first of May. The train pulled into Sealdah station fifteen minutes after its scheduled arrival time, at 10:45 AM. Platform number 9B was a petri dish full of the city’s live culture of people, teeming, bustling, and sweating, profusely sweating.
The clouds leak constantly. I imagine someone doing laundry up in the sky, trying to wash dark smudges from the rain clouds, wringing them dry into white fluff once again. The clouds have no shame. They weep constantly, not caring that all eyes are turned towards them.
Tourist’s camel ride– With a promise to find the location for shooting Of Chandani… I had imagined the throes of love with an older man at the age of fifteen, The film had given me gooseflesh. The bonfire and kalbelia dance I was ready.