As a child I had already heard of the EPW as its founder, Sachin Chowdhuri, was a family friend. It was in my college days that I first began to read the journal. I must say I found it too dense and forbidd­ing at first with its tiny font and without a single photograph or visual. It was later that the EPW’s value as a commentary on the state of the nation began to strike me forcefully. Occasionally I contributed to it as well.

Today its archives are part of the prime reference material that anyone could hope to locate in one place. A salute to all those who have kept it going all these years. It is a true labour of love.