The Story Behind the Story
The Story Behind the Story
The rain had just let up over Indiranagar, leaving the auto-rickshaw horns sounding wetter than usual, when Ratna slid her phone across the table. “Read this,” she said. “It’s got half of LinkedIn fighting.” Shiva wiped condensation off his glass…
The Three Questions: A Story of Naikan in a Marathi Household The rains had come early to Kalikapur that year, and Professor Teja Patil stood at the window of his study, watching water run down the old stone steps that…
A HistoryOnRoad Travel Diary — by Ganesh Some roads are older than the countries they now pass through. The Grand Trunk Road is one of them. Long before it carried that name, it existed as the Uttarapatha — the northern…
A HistoryOnRoad Travel Diary — by Ganesh I did not plan this trip to learn history. I planned it to walk somewhere old. But somewhere between Tashkent’s airport lounge and my first cup of green tea in Samarkand, I realised…
A Tale of Gunya and Jivali from the Satpuda Hills They say that long ago, when the monsoon clouds still remembered how to gather thick and low over the Satpuda ranges, Ganpati Bappa himself once wandered these hills — not…
Two Skies, One Dream The evening had that particular Pune stillness — the kind that settles in after the monsoon rain has passed but before the streetlights fully take over the sky. On the terrace of an old bungalow near…
The Court of Ranjit: How Flattery Built a Career and Broke a Team A short story — Bengaluru, present day The Chair That Ranjit Built The air conditioning in the ninth-floor office never quite worked. It rattled, hummed, spat out…
Marginalia HISTORY ON ROAD | The Story Behind the Story Every act of technological progress has a discard pile. The printing press displaced scribes; early photocopiers made pulping “obsolete” manuscripts routine in libraries clearing shelf space; the digitization booms of…
History On Road | Social The Last Honest Man of Kalikapur Kalikapur was the kind of village that appeared on the state map as a small dot and disappeared from most people’s memory the moment they left it. Sugarcane fields…