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Male Justice has marched on undaunted, and mutated into more potent and prurient forms.
That a woman is raped every few minutes in the country is more than just a statistic for us crime reporters. It is our bread and butter.
Just like an alcoholic’s tragic relationship with his seedy madhushala, my lonely nights had come to be punctuated by sub-standard meals at Kolkata U.P. Chats and Paratha Center.
This decade has rendered us incapable of facing a gathering on a Sunday without a cocktail or three.
As a woman, you are never entirely independent and detached; everyone has a stake in keeping your freedom in check. And they will never let you forget that.
Scissors snip menacingly, the naked razor blade wanders tantalisingly close to my ear, and cheap talcum powder is generously applied all over my neck.
It was no surprise, then, that I, like the rest of my generation, embraced the coffee culture with a vengeance. It was my way of telling tea to go to hell.
A quick chat with Bidisha Basu, one of the founders of Leaping Windows, India’s first library and café for comic books, graphic novels, and manga.
Nascent pictographs created from the controlled symbiosis of needle and ink on nothing but bare skin hold a certain allure for this writer.
In a world where everyone with an Internet connection possesses the agency to self-publish, how do we deal with questions of quality?
Sanctum is a lifestyle store that focuses on a more relaxed approach to creating intimate spaces, with pieces that are both comforting and timeless.
The story of the monsoons is somewhat like the story of my country, where senses and sensibilities are constantly overwhelmed, and then subjugated.
