For the past two years, we at Navayana have been quietly cooking a project. With resources being scarce, our team…
It is that time of the year again—2 October. Meat becomes sparse, alcohol stops flowing. It is a time when…
The suras are upon us. Asuras lie lamenting in cages. We live in fascist times—a continuity of the perennial Indian…
Following the much-anticipated release of the South Asia edition of Aishwary Kumar’s Radical Equality: Ambedkar, Gandhi, and the Risk of…
jis dhajji ko galiyon men liye phirte hain tiflanye mera gareban hai ki lashkar ka alam hai The shred of…
This year on 14 April, Babasaheb Ambedkar’s birth anniversary, Navayana saw the culmination of three years of work with the…
by Purvi Rajpuria When Venkat Raman Singh Shyam, a renowned artist, and co-author of Finding My Way, notes the complete…
‘Begin at the beginning,’ the King said gravely, ‘and go on till you come to the end: then stop.’ —Alice’s…
There is a joke about Pagliacci the clown, made popular by Alan Moore, which goes like this. A man goes…
I have woven a fabric so fineWith the warp of your breath, the weft of mine The cloth Kabir bears…
