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Build friendships in summer that last through winter (opens the original)
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I am in Delhi, in my apartment in my mother’s compound, and perhaps that is why I still call it home. Mother’s home. The phrase survives adulthood, geography, success and sorrow. It survives Manhattan, migrations and the heart. Home is where language becomes smaller because love has already understood the larger sentence. My hair is short, and I sit by the window watching Delhi conduct its seasonal orchestra. Morning arrives white-hot; afternoon shimmers above the road; evening loosens the light
What ancient poets, philosophers can teach us about today’s loud world (opens the original)
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There are moments in the life of every civilisation when it must decide not what it wishes to possess, but what it is willing to relinquish. Kingdoms have been built by conquest. Empires have flourished through accumulation. Markets persuade us that more is always better, louder is always stronger, faster is always wiser. History, however, is a quieter teacher. Civilisations are seldom remembered for what they acquired. They are remembered for what they refused to become. Long before Ayodhya bec
Nakul Anand, The Night Manager who never quite checked out (opens the original)
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There are hoteliers who run hotels, and then there are hoteliers who understand the secret life of a hotel: the choreography behind the curtain, the nervous system beneath the marble, the invisible decisions required before a guest can say, “What a lovely stay.” Nakul Anand belongs to the second tribe. He officially retired from ITC in January 2024, after 45 years with the company. Officially is the operative word. Since then, Anand has behaved less like a man who has checked out and more like a
The greatest misunderstanding about love (opens the original)
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I wake some mornings convinced that love is a lie the brain tells the body. Science, after all, has become wonderfully unromantic. It has peered beneath the poetry and found pathways instead. Dopamine, it tells us, surges through the reward centres of the brain when we meet someone who arrests our attention. Norepinephrine sharpens our focus till one face eclipses a crowded room. Oxytocin and vasopressin, arriving later, begin weaving attachment from repeated moments of safety. Before a single s
How society is an invisible editor (opens the original)
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When I asked Dr. Shalini Mullick what she saw — not as a neuroscientist, but as a mother —after reading my memoir, ‘Tell My Mother I Like Boys’, I expected observations. She sent me an invitation instead. She wrote that she would return to certain passages whenever she needed courage, peace or perspective. She told me she had fallen in love not only with the child in those pages, but with the mother raising that child. Then she shared a collection of essays she had written over the years — medit
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