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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.
Featured Stories
Magical Melodies
My favourite days are the rainy ones. Although heavy showers stall most outdoor endeavours, dancing never gets a break. Rehearsals endure and Amma insists...
OF SHADOWS AND TRUTHS
We probably discover the most about ourselves when we are absolutely, achingly and quite desperately, alone. It’s not the worst thing. We visit the...
BREATH
Everyone needs space to breathe.
Everyone needs something to run away to, to simply restore.
Everyone needs something to return from, renewed, centred and ready to...
A Festive Feast of Fun
Although you will never need a festival to take a break.
Now that we have one, take it.
Switch on the lights. Add some sparkle.
Splash some...
A RESPONSE TO DISGRACE
One can't write about DISGRACE.
What does one say of a novel that ironically, but very truly, houses language as gracefully as
it does?
And yet, in...
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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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SHOUT! is journalism gone wild. It’s a network of stories from our times told peculiarly.
Because everything that matters must have a voice. A loud one at that.
