Navtej Sarna

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...

As opposed to travelling, aimless, whimsical wandering has been the source of some literary masterpieces… I step out without purpose,...

There comes a point in every long-gestation literary project that one doesn’t want to see it anymore. One hands it over to the editor...

In an entertaining and typically ironic talk in Delhi last week, Paul Theroux did at least two good things. First was the epiphany:...

When authors and editors put their heads together to decide on the name for a book, it is not an idle moment. The name, perhaps more than...

The infusions into literature and art of the light and reflections on the blue waters are too many to relate. An image in sepia from a...