The gangway was lowered in silence as the harbour launch that brought the collector, the DSP, his fellow officers, me…
My bladder is pretty heavy by this point, but I am not sure if I should ask his permission to use…
Why now? Why thirty years later? This book got going, suddenly one afternoon in 2014, in the course of a chat…
It was chand raat, everyone in the Basti—as in the rest of Pakistan—straining their eyes to detect the new moon,…
Tyres? As a murder weapon? Let’s talk tyres. This method of killing was gut-wrenchingly unusual. Everywhere, large numbers of Sikhs were…