Navtej Sarna

I REMEMBER well that December evening in Moscow when I picked up a fresh copy of the slim volume of Chekhov's short stories that I have...

FOR a panic stricken moment, just before a short trip to Kabul, no book on Afghanistan comes to mind. Then suddenly, as the news spreads...

AN unfinished novel by a great author has all the poignancy of a bird shot in mid-flight. The same sort of questions are left, hovering...

A SMALL agency item, picked up from Russian TV channels, caught the eye recently. "Unknown vandals," it read, "have desecrated the grave...

THIS large glass window looks on to a peak the villagers call Shali. The early morning light caresses the valleys, skims the tops of the...

Ernest Hemingway stayed often at the Hotel Ambos Mundos in the 1930s and was a regular at El Floriditia. The La Bodeguita Del Medio makes...

In the early morning, the scene from the balcony would be very different — the sea held no dark secrets, the water had receded to reveal...

THE Gulf of Finland is a choppy grey this afternoon. Two long low hydrofoils waft uncomfortably in the water. The strong breeze blows in...

IMMOBILISED by the heat outside, in which only the blushing bougainvillea could dare to sway gently, I spent the weekend among the...