A couple of weeks ago, I found myself explaining to a friend how I buy books.

An explanation was required since I was talking about titles and authors he had never heard of, that I hadn’t heard of either before I bought the books. So how did I hear about these books in the first place, and what made me buy them, he asked. Read more

After the deep tragedy of my post titled ‘A Plea’ two weeks ago, you may be pleased to learn that I have been reading. Read more

Every year, when I go to Calcutta, I go through an almighty mental struggle.

Shall I or shall I not walk into Ye Olde Schoole and demand to read all the books in the library that I hadn’t managed to read in the 15 years I spent at that institution from Lower Nursery to Class XII? Read more

1. Because I have to see this for myself: A 21st century take on an old favourite Read more

Last week I read an odd sort of book – The Case of the Missing Servant, by Tarquin Hall.

Odd not because it’s strange. Odd because it’s a work of crime fiction by a Brit that’s set in contemporary India (specifically Delhi / NCR), starring a Punjabi detective, and it’s Indian in every way including the use of Indian English. Read more