One of the strange things about writing in the post-Internet era is that Proustian riffs about memory don’t quite land with the same impact as they used to. How could they, when digital memory has so ...

"The saga of ones' life can be narrated in many different ways". This was the first sentence of our father's autobiography. Born in Layalpur, Punjab (now Pakistan) to a Hindu family in 1935, Baldev ...

It's not easy for Krishna Baldev Vaid to talk about his great painter-friend M.F. Husain. His mind is filled with such vivid memories that it can't decide what to talk about and what to leave out. One ...

Connaught Place has lost much of its lustre; I've lost my youth; but Delhi hasn't lost all of its enigmatic charm. I still think of it as an irresistible maharani in mad glad rags.