Portraits of a queer community in South India treat gender, biology, art, and family with emotional nuance—no exoticism in sight.
Indian culture is under siege by Westerners enamored with yoga, authenticity, and convenience. The dosa—a beloved, inconvenient tradition—could be next to fall.
Humans have kept elephants for thousands of years, longer than we’ve domesticated chickens. Yet the great animals’ capacity to cry for freedom comes as a shock.
In Mumbai, paltry regulation means hundreds of new skyscrapers bring more lows than highs. Photographs of new construction, with titles named after the buildings’ advertising slogans.
A sharp rise recently in the price of onions in India is about a lot more than just sandwiches. When onions are up, even governments are at risk.
Mumbai could be thought of as New York, LA, and Lagos all wrapped into one. But a string of rapes changes all that.
Ear cleaners, knife grinders, street-side barbers—portraits of Indian tradesmen who maintain caste-prescribed professions.
Growing up in Ohio, far from the homeland of her parents, a girl puzzles over her identity, until the strings of a sitar create a connection.
India’s prevailing image is one of noisy animation—development, overcrowding, and horrible traffic. In comparison, night-scapes of urban India capture the life, or lack thereof, that darkness conceals.
Photos that meditate on the link between fabric and movement in India’s textile and dance traditions.
As India considers saving seats for women in the government’s upper tier, a tour of the country’s rural east shows how quotas have turned women into local politicians.
Having only known American buffets of naan and samosas, Our correspondent’s final dispatch from Mumbai pays tribute to pani puri, a Szechuan Cheese dosa, and the peppered popsicle.