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There are photographs that are taken because something looks beautiful. Then there are photographs that are taken because they preserve a feeling. This was the latter. I clicked this photograph while leaving school for the day, standing on the stairs of the Nalanda Library, looking across at the IB flagship building of Manchester Global School. Above it hung a sky heavy with monsoon clouds, dark enough to promise rain but patient enough to hold back for a little while longer.

Last evening, while gazing upon the Hyderabad skyline from my window, I found myself momentarily arrested by the sight of a crescent moon suspended delicately above the city. It was one of those rare evenings when the heavens briefly forgive urban planning. The moon floated there with old world serenity while beneath it rose the contemporary ambitions of mankind in concrete, glass, and questionable architectural confidence. Cranes stood like mechanical giraffes. Apartment tow

Recently, at an academic event where I was invited to give a talk, I seemed to have unsettled a few people. My offence was simple. I stated that anyone teaching English at the Diploma Programme level must hold a Bachelor’s degree in English, not just a convenient post-graduation picked up from an obscure university. Someone later told me that I had been impolite. That may be true. Yet my so-called impoliteness was deliberate, and I stand by it. English, more than any other su