In Living Memory, Ganpatpatil Nagar, Thoughts from a Nation in Flux, Peril

January A thin fire is the only light in the long alley, otherwise dark except for a narrow sliver of light shining out of the uneven skirting of Sangita’s rough, shapeless door- it cuts a strange beam across the uneven dirt road or kacchi gali in the light winter mist, resting, diffused, as a narrow […]

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Reflections: On Fear

‘They hold it in,’ she says gravely, matter of fact-like, looking me in the eye past my camera as the other two nod. ‘They prefer it to the shit they have to take from the bastards on the way to the (community) bathrooms. They’re too afraid and they don’t go,’ she says, talking about the […]

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