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A good school or college teaches students to see people for the good or harm they do rather than focus on their skin, surnames, hair or tiff...

From an interview with Mint about my new novel, City of Incident With  City Of ...  I had started with just little flashes of incidents (in...

I was interviewed by Chintan Girish Modi this week about my new book. One question in particular led me to think deeper around a topic that ...

  I was looking for a bright yellow photo to post on social media for Basant Panchami. Among my saved photos, I f ound this one. I am in a ...

I've written recently about my struggles with Facebook, its 'security' viz logins, and it restricting me from commenting on post...

Freedom is not simply a matter of being fed. The technical lack of a cage also does not define freedom. She may be trained to perform on sta...

"Short sketches are meant to be packed with detail, not a word out of place, and this is exactly the vividness that characterises this ...

Another extract from my new novel, ' City of Incident ' has been published and is free to read on shethepeople.tv. Do buy the book e...

Something odd has been happening with Facebook/Meta for me. Since I've not given FB permission to take all 'cookies', and since ...

Here is an extract from the first chapter of City of Incident . Please read, and then please go find the book and buy it and read the whole ...

I have a new book out. A novel about 12 characters in a metropolis, seeking balance, love, repair.  Please buy it, ideally at a bookstore, b...

Squeeze your lids over your irises, until the inner mirror fogs over, and say the word ‘freedom’. What image do you see? I see a keen blue a...

'Bhagat Singh aur Dutt' another poem from 'Zabt-shuda Nazmein', also filed under 'anonymous'. I found it particularl...

This is a poem from the Urdu collection ' Zabt-shuda Nazmein '. Perhaps on account of censorship or fear of reprisals, many poets wr...

 When I first began work on my own, as a freelance writer, I had decided to give myself permission to write in any genre, form or style with...

लाश ये किसने लाश फेंक दी जवानियों की राह में अभी नमूद-ए-ज़िन्दगी बसी ना थी निगाह में अभी दरीचा-ए-सहर खुला ना था अभी फ़सूं-ए-तीरगी मिटा न...

When the traffic light turned red, kids would dart up. Peering into the auto-rickshaw, tapping at the cab window, they offered a dozen roses...