A festival does not always announce itself with trumpets and fanfare. Sometimes, it arrives with the rustle of leaves, the cadence of drums and the heartbeat of a people.
A year after Zubeen Garg’s death, Assam is confronting a peculiar form of grief: the disappearance of a voice that had become part of the region’s cultural vocabulary without disappearing from its eve ...
A few months ago, during a trip to a city far from home, I met one of the happiest, most joyful people I have encountered in a long, long time. He was my Uber driver.
