If I told you that Russians love their tea as much as they do their Vodka, if not more, you’d probably scoff at me. But tea is so…
Written on the island of Majorca, the Preludes were born out of Chopin’s struggle with poor health and depression. Preetam Koilpillai plays Prelude no.4 Op. 28.
‘Didimoni, do you need help?’ At the kitchen door stands our wild-haired cook, addicted to all-night jatra folk-theatre in Midnapore and fine Bengali cuisine. His frown intensifies as…
The one thing I was very certain about was that I would never make a career around food and writing. I’ve always been a writer and I mostly…
Every city exists at multiple levels; within the layers are many tales waiting to be told. My city Delhi, has a plethora of writers recording and archiving the…
It’s so silent, I can hear my thoughts. My feet hit the pristine white salt floor and crackle like a firecracker about to go off. I can slowly…
This week, Preetam Koilpillai reads a Shakespeare sonnet and plays Beethoven. Featured illustration by Eugene Ivanov/ Shutterstock