If Anthony Bourdain’s Life Was Not Perfect How Can Ours Ever Be?

If Anthony Bourdain’s Life Was Not Perfect How Can Ours Ever Be?

What could have made Anthony Bourdain, sitting in a luxury hotel, in the middle of shooting a much-loved show, feel so hollow that he had to kill himself? For 99.99 per cent of humanity, who will never rent a countryside villa, the question that rankles is, is it going to be worth it, when we get there?
The Night Without an End: Watching 26/11 Unfold From My Window

The Night Without an End: Watching 26/11 Unfold From My Window

It was November 2008 and we’d just moved into our new apartment in Colaba, overlooking the magnificent Taj dome. When we heard the first explosion, we expected it to be a noise made by a Diwali rocket. But 26/11, the night of horrors, had just begun. The next 36 hours were full of panic, with my mum narrowly escaping a bullet shot made by a terrorist.