A Paean to Print in the Electronic Era
My love affair with print magazines began in India, where, as a teenager, I launched a cyclostyled publication called The Threshold. It didn’t last beyond two
Murali Kamma
Where the Grass is Greener
Fifteen years!” Shankar boomed into the phone. “I can’t believe it’s been that long since we last spoke.” Ram was in his office that afternoon, about
Fragments of Glass
That letter for Suresh, his first one from India in a long time, arrived unexpectedly. The pale blue aerogramme stood out instantly in the little pile of bills,
