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Our Mission
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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HOW DOES YOUR PIAZZA SOUND?
(This Rant was written after reading Salman Rushdie’s story, “The Old Man in The Piazza”. Whether or not you read what follows, do read...
THE GAMES THEY PLAY
The Gods love to test. How else would they stay amused? Of course human beings are their favourite toys! And why not? We’re so...
ALL’S NOT IN THE NAME
(This piece was written for The FREEDOM Series on the network.)
I wish, after all these years of sitting under a tree and telling tales,...
HIGH GROUND
We've pondered over this for so long, it's making us SHOUT!
And so, we had to pass the puzzle on...
Your responses cracked us up.
Some, we...
TOUCH SEVEN
Location: A library in Eastern India.
Point of Contact: The delicate pages of a sepia-toned book with the writings of Rabindranath Tagore.
Upon turning the pages...
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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.
