India may be able to erase the history of collective violence from its consciousness, but it has left a darker legacy of loss.
I don’t want to see live images of an old lady being washed away in a river gone wild.
Truth segues into lies and lies into glory.
It is no surprise that a religiously charged people murder their daughters with impunity.
The first time I saw blood was not the first time I bled.
There is nice full-page artwork with a few astronauts running towards the surface of the moon. One of them has the Indian tricolour on the arm.
In a place where reaching adulthood through a maze of abject deprivation is a miracle, getting killed for thanking the wrong God makes for extreme irony.
River Kosi bursts its embankments, adopts a new course and floods thousands of hectares of impoverished villages in the dark Indian state of Bihar. The Indian government… watches.