The Inner World of U. R. Ananthamurthy

The Inner World of U. R. Ananthamurthy

A re-run of the interview with U R Ananthamurthy from the July issue.

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Nadine Gordimer: A Tribute

Nadine Gordimer: A Tribute

Arul Gaspar pays tribute to the late writer, Nadine Gordimer, who was an agent for political and social commitment

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Dighir Pare

Dighir Pare

On certain nights there are nightmares, dull, blinding and dramatic. Every time the scene is the same, I run down the Sukleshwar ghat on the…

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You and You and the White Sofa

You and You and the White Sofa

While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…

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Luis

Luis

We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…

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Fugue

Fugue

Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…

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Pandavas

Pandavas

We stood in a row, I do not remember who led,
Who brought up the rear,
But the fireflies raged,
Lighting up the forest, the velvet rocks

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Bhasha Dibosh

Bhasha Dibosh

every night you ask why I love you
and every night I fail to answer.
Tonight, on Bhasha Dibosh,
I have an answer.

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Farmers' Market

Farmers’ Market

The children double-time,
surrendering keffiyahs and hijabs
to the breeze.
They will not make it.

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The Sphinx without a Secret by Oscar Wilde

The Sphinx without a Secret by Oscar Wilde

Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.

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Whose Real is it Anyway?

Whose Real is it Anyway?

Tanuj Solanki responds to Amitava Kumar’s article, “The Shiver of the Real” from May 2014 issue of The Caravan

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Vagaries of Solitude

Vagaries of Solitude

The thoughts of suicide cross my mind too often these days. In fact they began surfacing soon after your death, but I managed to thwart…

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The Death Of One Thousand Cuts

The Death Of One Thousand Cuts

There is a red pen in her hand. The lights are still on as Elizabeth opens her eyes. Enough light to read under. Her face…

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Betrayal

Betrayal

Professor George Wallace complained to everyone about teaching in the big lecture room in Gilman Hall. He wore a red cashmere scarf to class in…

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Gang Fight at The Quinceañera

Gang Fight at The Quinceañera

I don’t like photos because they literally turn people into posers. When someone wants to take a picture, everyone stops what they are doing and…

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