Aishwarya Jha

Sep 4, 2024 | tweakindia.com | Aishwarya Jha |Sara Hussain |Scent memories

Scent memories and love’s lasting legacy in The Scent of Fallen Stars by Aishwarya JhaAishwarya Jha doesn’t just write about Delhi; she makes you feel it. Her debut novel, The Scent of Fallen Stars, turns the city into more than just a backdrop—for me as the reader, Delhi became a living, breathing character in its own right. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in the capital and later moved to Mumbai for work, and I rarely look back.

Jul 29, 2024 | jdsupra.com | Tim Hickman |Aishwarya Jha |Jenna Rennie

The UK prioritizes a flexible framework over comprehensive regulation and emphasizes sector-specific laws. Laws/Regulations directly regulating AI (the “AI Regulations”)The UK government's AI Regulation White Paper1 of August 3, 2023 (the "White Paper") and its written response of February 6, 2024 to the feedback it received as part of its consultation on the White Paper (the "Response")2 both indicate that the UK does not intend to enact horizontal AI regulation in the near future.

May 16, 2024 | jdsupra.com | Tim Hickman |Aishwarya Jha

May 16, 2024 To embed, copy and paste the code into your website or blog: The Council of Europe is developing a new Convention on AI to safeguard human rights, democracy, and the rule of law in the digital space covering governance, accountability and risk assessment.

May 3, 2024 | scroll.in | Aishwarya Jha

She was looking for sunblock when she found the sweater. It took her a minute to assimilate it. A mistake: it had to be a mistake. She fingered the thick wool, repelled by the automatic discomfort of unseasonable clothing. It had no business there. She had packed the suitcase for a subtropical monsoon. It didn’t belong. She tugged and it emerged endlessly, like a scarf from a magician’s arm. It was a cable knit edifice, once white, with blue stripes at the neck and sleeves. A tennis sweater.

Apr 26, 2024 | grazia.co.in | Aishwarya Jha

Home Lifestyle A Sweet Sixteen Like No OtherI spent my sixteenth birthday on a boat on the Pacific Ocean. I was in a new city, savouring new friends and new experiences, referring to a new place as home far away from home, hoping it would stick. It didn’t stick. Any of it. I remember the all-white furniture in my blue room. I remember — and I mourn — my capacity to devour hamburgers, to spend hours lost in the pages of a book, dead to the world, and to go to bed without worrying about the next day.