The Indian Writer

In a dusty corner of Maharashtra, tucked between chai stalls and cow-dung plastered walls, lived Gopal Jadhav — a man who had mastered the art of blaming his poverty on...

Kailash Deshmukh wasn’t a villain by the dictionary. He didn’t carry weapons, nor did he commit crimes that made headlines. But if you asked around in his extended family, you’d...

In the forgotten lanes of Bhavnagar, where cows blocked traffic and chai decided politics, lived Aarav — the boy who wouldn’t lie even to save his life. Teachers called him...

In a quiet bylane of Virar, Mumbai, stood a crumbling two-storey house with peeling paint, rusty grills, and echoes of disappointment. Inside lived Ramesh, a 42-year-old man who was once...

People come to Mumbai to find jobs, love, or themselves. I found a horse, a bride, and 300 strangers who thought I was ready to tie the knot. Let’s start...