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To tell stories that arouse empathy, engage, entertain and endure. Because great journalism emerges from great storytelling.
This is our emergence. Because we’re SHOUT!ing.
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Note Twelve
Kotagiri,
Nilgiri Biosphere Reserve,
Tamil Nadu,
India.
January 2020
I’ve come to the Nilgiris in search of answers. Although I left the Amazon, there are questions that haven’t left...
SHUT YOUR EYES.
So, we aren’t sleeping enough.
And we’re concerned about ourselves.
This needs to stop today.
This is where journalists are at (quite possibly, we share this feeling...
ENTRY SEVEN
The 25th of January, 2017
Not too many days at sea but I’m already enjoying the in-betweens. The time it takes to get somewhere. It...
THE BOMBAY SERIES #3
One morning in Bombay,
The Sun switched on like a lamp on a landscape.
The landscape comprises a lot of stone and cement,
And despite its hardened,...
RUN A-LONG
When I had come to know sprinting as the Tiger of the Track, I quickly concluded that marathons were probably the Monsters. And ultra-marathons,...
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JOURNEYING INTO THE JUNOON GURUKUL
Arriving at Avasara Academy
“Do you see the large grey buildings nearby? Yes, with the colourful blocks on top. That’s where we are. See you...
FAR TOO MANY ‘F’ WORDS FELT…
There's a fairly definitive combination of feelings one feels at every juncture in their story. These feelings matter enough only to be marked for...
HUMANLY GOD; GODLY HUMAN
Divinity must come with its dilemmas.
Being God is as much a choice as it is bestowed. Ironically enough, the god given quality of being...
WHY IT SUCKS TO BE A WOMAN…UNTIL IT DOESN’T
It is astonishing just how much it sucks to be a woman, in any part of the world, in every phase of life, at...
THE WOMEN OF DHARTI
We know too well that when women team up, revolutions - hitherto formless, long suppressed, tucked protectively into throbbing chests - find form and...
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