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…

Carrying What Cannot Be Carried History On Road often finds the story behind the story in the space between two people talking. This week, Rumi — who has spent years studying animal behaviour — and Satya, an old friend who…

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…

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…

Karthik had a routine. Every morning at 8:45, before the London office filled up, he’d stand by the window with a cup of coffee and check the news on his phone. Ten minutes, no more. Then it was back to…

“The next language to disappear may not make international headlines. There will be no breaking news, no global mourning, and no moment of silence. Yet when it vanishes, humanity will lose a piece of itself forever.” A little girl sits…

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,…