The sartorial world’s King is dead, and I am not sad. Karl Lagerfeld’s death is no loss to the world —
It’s Sunday; I have on my soothing sheet mask; I’m burning my Lavender essential oil from Kama Ayurveda. Later, I’ll go to a salon and indulge in a massage and a mani-pedi session.
Amitabha Bagchi’s latest novel is a thoroughly Indian story. The two threads that run through this tale include the letters from a narcissistic author to his loved ones that details life in India in the 1970s and 80s,