Annie Zaidi

Annie Zaidi writes fiction, non-fiction, poetry and scripts. She is the editor of Unbound: 2,000 years of Indian Women’s Writing (Aleph, 2015) and the author of Gulab (HarperCollins, 2014); Love Stories # 1 to 14 (HarperCollins, 2012); and Known Turf: Bantering with Bandits and Other True Tales (Tranquebar, 2010). She is also the co-author of The Good Indian Girl (Zubaan, 2011). Her work has appeared in several anthologies, including Eat the Sky, Drink the Ocean (Allen & Unwin, 2015), Mumbai Noir (Akashic, 2012), Walking Towards Ourselves (Hardie Grant, 2016) and Women Changing India (Zubaan, 2013).

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Sad stories you are old enough to hear

Those were innocent years, those years before a teenager called Junaid was murdered in a train while looking visibly Muslim. Before we began to hear whispers about whether it was a good idea to travel by train since reservation charts were pasted on the platform and outside each compartment, a list of passenger names alongside seat numbers; how that made it easy to target someone based on their identity.

Cows come home

In this creative representation of the chatter that is social media, Annie Zaidi illuminates both the shortcomings and the insights that make up the underlying discourse of Indian political conversation…

Dangerous little things

MemoirMY GRANDFATHER WAS once in jail. As a kid, I’d pronounce this with a little flush of pride. My grandpa! Way back in 1941. As a young man, my maternal grandfather became involved with student politics and wrote rousing poems, neither...

Golden girls

ReportageWho would have thought it possible a generation ago – young women spending the day, every day, wrestling? Who could have imagined that a gate at the entrance of Balali would welcome all visitors in the name of these girls who have brought glory to the village? That this would be possible in a state that has been in the news for all the wrong reasons – including female foeticide, honour killings and rape?

Embodying Venus

MemoirI HAVE A clear memory of the buttons – large, translucent-white plastic – and the teacher’s fingers unbuttoning the first one. She was shouting: ‘I’m going to take off your clothes! I’m going to strip you naked in front...

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