I grabbed this from a corner in Crosswords and flipped through some of the pages to see what it was all about. It is one of those very few books for which I have paid full price! His anecdotes, stories about his childhood, his views on religion, politics, people and places kept me engrossed! I co...
I return to Delhi as I return to my mistress Bhagmati when I have had my fill of whoring in foreign lands. Thus begins Khushwant Singh's vast, erotic, irrelevant magnum opus on the city of Delhi. The principal narrator of the saga, which extends over six hundred years, is a bawdy, ageing reproba...
Train to PakistantA random act of violence, or rather, a premeditated act of violence, premeditated exclusively for money, against the money trader Ram Lal. The motivation for the murder and robbery of a money-lender would seem obvious to anyone in any scenario, except in India immediately after ...
Khushwant Singh apparently needs no introduction to an average Indian and his manner of constructing an Indian sensibility has got few parallels. The book sketches out a panoramic view of British India, close to its end of colonialism. The central characters include Buta Singh, a faithful Governm...
In this vibrant volume , the author in his own style tackles all issues related to religion, faith, new cults and new movements.
If you are looking for answers to eternal questions like which came first - love or lust - or debates pertaining to celibacy, chastity or arranged marriages, Khushwant Singh delivers his expose on such intimate matters within the pages of this volume. Whether he is analysing the fine dividing lin...
Noted Indian writer and translator Khuswant Singh’s tribute to 18 major Punjabi writers whose stories he has translated in this collection of short fiction. The writers included here are familiar names in India – writers such as Amrita Pritam, Saadat Hasan Manto, Khwaja Ahmed Abbas, and also two ...
Soaked in the flavours and colours of the region, each story smacks of its unique culture. This story anthology traverses through states such as Kashmir and Tamil Nadu.
In his preface to a collection of his poems, he wrote, ‘I was about ten years old when I started to read poetry… I had an instinctive feel, even at that age, for the shape and texture of words.’ By the time he was fourteen, Dom—Domsky to his friends—had begun to write poetry himself, and he learn...