Navtej Sarna

Every once in a while — sometimes in a very long while — you come across a book that you wish would not finish. You savour each sentence,...

Four decades ago,Khushwant Singh did a signal service to Sikhism by writing his classic two-volume History of the Sikhs, a work that has...

I reach once again for the 1925 collection of Hemingway’s stories In Our Time, which contains the short story that best encapsulates what...

I do not believe that I am qualified to write on Faiz Ahmed Faiz. But the memory of a long ago Moscow afternoon tempts me. As a young...

The sky is a splattered sunset orange. The sun, a blazing hoop of fire, balances itself on the taught line of the horizon and then sinks...

There are times when the mind hesitates to enter a substantial book, aware that it will not be able to do justice. I thought I had sent...

When they fought each other for the throne after my father’s death, guns were mounted on those minarets and cannonballs flew over...

Normally I only glance furtively at obituaries; one never knows what, or rather, whom one may find in those columns. But the other day,...

The night throws its canopy gently over the Great Pyramids at Giza, as if it were reluctant to smudge their sharp silhouettes. And as the...