The Weight of the Boundary Stone

A Village Elder’s Quiet Account of a Family That Lost Its Shame, and the System That Let Them Keep It A short story My name is Ramappa, and I have lived in the village of Kalasapura for fifty-one years, on…
The Story Behind the Story
The Story Behind the Story

A Village Elder’s Quiet Account of a Family That Lost Its Shame, and the System That Let Them Keep It A short story My name is Ramappa, and I have lived in the village of Kalasapura for fifty-one years, on…

A HistoryOnRoad Story The tea stall near the old banyan tree had been Sameer and Shambhu’s Sunday ritual for almost twenty years now. Same two plastic chairs, same chipped glasses of overboiled chai, same argument about whether Sameer’s team would…

A HistoryOnRoad Special Report Walk into India’s new Parliament building and you will notice something odd. The Lok Sabha chamber has 888 seats. The current Lok Sabha has only 543 members. For years, the extra chairs were explained away as…

The Moon Never Forgets: A Chai-Time Debate on Space Junk:A Rocket, A Crater, and Two Old Friends: A Conversation About What We Leave Behind on the Moon History On Road often finds the story behind the story in the space…

“One evening, while driving home through Pune’s endless traffic, I noticed something strange. The streets were glowing with festive lights, shopping malls were overflowing with people, online sales banners flashed on every billboard, and food delivery bikes rushed from one…

Is Corruption the Biggest Threat to India’s Future? The first time Aakash Pawar saw corruption, it wasn’t in a courtroom or on a television debate. It was inside a small brown envelope. He was twenty-four, a software engineer from Pune,…

There is a version of Indonesia you can see from a cruise ship, and a version you can only see from the deck of a ferry that should have been retired years ago. Both versions cross the same water. Only…

This July, something unusual happened in Uttarakhand. On the day the state was meant to celebrate Harela — its centuries-old festival of greenery, monsoon, and new sowing — a group of people showed up dressed entirely in black. They called…

Some journeys aren’t measured by distance or altitude—they’re measured by the memories they create. As I prepared for my son’s first trek, my mind was full of questions. Would he enjoy it? Would he get tired? How would he react…