Three years short of being 100, Homai Vyarawalla believes that spontaneity is the key to life. This is what motivated her to become India’s first woman photojournalist and capture the key moments of India’s independence, to sell the Tata Nano gifted to her by the company the day it arrived, and to fearlessly continue living alone in Vadodara. In her own words...
In an unexpected twist, this enthusiast saw his rafting trip on the Zanskar turn into a struggle for survival against floods and landslides. Passing by wreckage of bad weather, he realised the violent river was the only way to safety.
The thrill of having a well-known publisher stamp its name on the spine of your debut novel doesn’t last too long, says Gouri Dange. Bruised and hurt by the publisher’s constant neglect for being an ‘unknown writer’, she decided to go it alone and self-publish her second novel.
Christopher Nolan isn’t the first to understand the significance of dreams. Francis Menezes, a dream therapist, succumbed to a long illness recently. But if he hadn’t paid heed to his dreams, his time would have come much earlier.
The lure of a job got Arindam Mukherjee to pack his life in his car and travel the breadth of the American continent and back. He conquered the road, and also regained his confidence.
Cubby holes, hidden dungeons, startling passages and the stories of five generations. Tanvi Jain listens to the walls of her beloved ancestral haveli and tries to figure out what it is about the house that really kept her family together.
Smack in the middle of a workshop on silence, terrified of his own thoughts and haunted by a toothache, the author realised how slippery our grip is on that thing we call the mind.
For years without end, a gay man lives out a second life, hidden from his wife. This author finds a hero in a ‘perfectly ordinary-looking’ guy with slicked back hair and a ready smile.
Desperate smoker and inveterate sufferer of that Catholic disease called scruples, the author discovered faith with the help of a few well-timed miracles and a happy, joyful God.
It was 1968 when they became pen friends. Marriage, kids, Clinton, photos of brothers in bell bottoms, they discussed everything, sitting continents apart. They are closest friends, but with no real desire to meet.