Navneet Alang

Paan Liqueur

Sometimes, the only thing that makes sense is to gulp down a thing that tastes unfamiliar, even unpleasant, until a reddish haze develops around the corners of your consciousness and everything starts to soften a bit.

I should accept that this place has always been an island

After class, I walk toward the exit looking—like my students—not toward the future but at my phone’s screen.

The Wrong Kind of Good

On playing netball at school in South Africa

Tour of Babel Primary category in which blog post is published

The Art of Arranging Yourself

On resourcefulness as a national trait.