The Last Mughal: An Excerpt

I have now divided my time between London and Delhi for over twenty years, and the Indian capital remains my favourite city. Above all it is the city’s relationship with its past which continues to intrigue me: of the great cities of the world, only Rome, Istanbul and Cairo can even begin to rival Delhi... Continue Reading →

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Kohinoor: The History of the World’s Most Infamous Diamond: An Excerpt

On 16 May, after fifty-seven catastrophic days in Delhi, Nader Shah finally left the city, carrying with him the accumulated wealth of eight generations of imperial Mughal conquest. The greatest of all his winnings was the Peacock Throne, in which was still embedded both the Koh-i-Noor and the Timur Ruby. The loot was loaded on... Continue Reading →

Kohinoor: The Story of the World’s Most Infamous Diamond – An Excerpt

Lena Login watched as an emissary from the Tower of London, escorted by yeoman warders, entered the drawing room. He carried a small casket in his hands, which the queen opened delicately. She showed the open box to Albert and together they walked over to where Duleep stood on the dais. Looking up at him,... Continue Reading →

Delhi: A Novel: Book Review by Asha Seth

When I wanted to read a book on Indian History, someone had recommended this book. But I am sure there are better books on the subject than this. Because, of history, I am not sure. But Sex and Death you will get in plenty in Khushwant Singh's 'Delhi: A Novel'. In fact, you get a much... Continue Reading →

Delhi: An Excerpt

That leaves the Sikh journalist and the political expert. They are not getting along too well. The Sikh journalist arrives first, plucks a hair from his sparse beard and says ‘You are back! When?’ and orders coffee. The politician follows: ‘I thought all goondas have been rounded up,’ he says in lieu of greeting. The... Continue Reading →

On Independence Day

While the nation celebrates another year of independence, I fail miserably in convincing myself to join in the massive celebrations. I don’t get a sense of freedom today. Ask me why! I struggle to understand, what being free means. Freedom from foreign clutches? Is that what being free means? ♥ Am I really free? If I... Continue Reading →

1973

My dear friends, It’s been a bit long since I've spoken to you. Since I've known about what is happening in your world. Just the universal excuse I always cling to. Work, work, work. All sorts of work. Professional obligations, personal commitments etc. Now then, while I take this opportunity as a chance to get... Continue Reading →

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