A personal narrative of the author's trip to Kolkata to visit her ailing grandmother during the pandemic.
The poem portrays love and loss against the backdrop of Calcutta in autumn.
Life has not moved an inch for Calcutta from when the hard-headed empire-builder Warren Hastings took residence in 1772. And yet, a lot has changed.
The disregarded lives and achievements of Scotswomen in colonial India are brought to light in new research from a 19th century graveyard in Kolkata.
I wish I could turn the clock back to those halcyon days when life used to be simple, sans any social media. But isn’t the idea of eternal return, …