LUPUS IN FLIGHT

It's not like when you're 4 and you know exactly what you want your birthday cake to look like, or when you're 9 and you organ...

Many months ago, while in India, my brother Rizwan agreed to do a TEDx talk organised in Vellore. He had been asked thrice before during hi...

My tacky heart Beats too fast - A Plaything For my rib cage - I could give it To You, if You asked But You Never do - *** Love ...

(for Colin Morton) For months, a post titled Theatre of the Mind: My Oliver Sacks Quandary, has lain in my drafts folder. Today as I come...

Sometimes I am compelled to watch a movie. I will make a concerted effort to trek to the arts picture house, buy a ticket and immerse. Las...

Continuing with my thread of artistry taking all forms, Wimbledon included, July is the month during which Cambridge artists exhibit their ...

I have just returned from a week in the Algarve, Portugal - I am slightly woozy with exhaustion and the particular effects of intense su...

My beloved father Chotu turned 80 today. It took him by surprise, the age. Suddenly this strange number. You don't expect 80. Weren...

From far away, the call went up. 'To the hill! It's Aunty Shai!' Mind you, I am on the verge of becoming plain Shaista because ...

It begins with my mother. Food always begins with my mother. It tires me when people ask if I can cook a curry. As if all we eat is curr...