La.Lit, in partnership with the Open Institute, is pleased to announce the La.Lit Fellowships in Nonfiction: New Ethnographic Writing 2018. Selected Fellows will receive financial support of up to Rs. 50,000 to conduct their fieldwork and research along with technical and editorial support, including workshops.
John was drunk the first time I met him – 68 years old, thin but tough, short but imposing. He looked like a Guy Ritchie gangster well past his prime, sashaying and stumbling across the strobe-lit dance floor of an unremarkable bar in Thamel.
Image: De Visu
It would begin as an emptiness that churned and expanded in Hajurama’s stomach, gutting her, carving her from within.
She was Noor Jahan, she was Lakshmi Bai, she was Cleopatra, she was a Queen, a Warrior, a God.
She had never really loved her husband. What she had felt for him was a kind of respectful devotion, the kind her mother had held for her father.