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 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…

Two Kinds of Childhood A Story from a Bengaluru Apartment Complex The complex was called Green Meadows — six towers, one clubhouse, a strip of grass that the builder’s brochure had called a “park.” On the third floor of Tower…

“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…

There comes a moment in many people’s lives when they stop asking, “Who are my friends?” and begin asking a far more painful question: “Who would still stand beside me if I had nothing left to offer?” That question has…

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…

When Institutions Go Quiet, Who’s Listening? There is a particular kind of silence that unsettles more than any argument could. It is the silence of an institution that has chosen not to answer. Not because it lacks the information, but…