The Telegraph
Sunday , April 27 , 2014

An archivist’s life

For photographer Nony Singh it was unthinkable that images could lie around in disorganized piles: her interviewer, Sabeena Gadihoke, says that “she has an obsessive desire to make albums”....   | Read..
Letters to the Editor
Heart in the past
Sir — The lower voter turn-out in places of high income and literacy is not surprising. Most urban ...  | Read.. 
Own sake
Sir — Should the act of publishing a novel always remain an apolitical act? Should the publisher al ...  | Read.. 
Rules to flout
Sir — I received my first driving licence after passing a test in Midnapore town in 1960. The licen ...  | Read.. 


April is the cruellest month of the year, but not for the reasons that T.S. Eliot gave in the opening lines of his great poem...   | Read..
bullet So near yet so far
bullet Testing time
bullet Flop show
bullet Perfect host
bullet New ploy
bullet Cool head
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. — LANA DEL REY