On February 28, the day the Ukrainian President was humiliated by the American president in the White House, I was reading an old issue of the literary magazine, Granta, which I had picked up in ...

Valmiki felt anguish. And the first lines of the epic poem burst out of him: Maa nishada pratisthana tvamagamahsavati samaa yat kraunchamithaunamdekam vadhi kamamohitam (Don’t, brute!

Shortly after the fall of the Wall, some contributors to an issue of ‘Granta’ magazine were optimistic about the Continent’s future. Others were less sanguine.