Washing My Hands Off

Ushasi and some others wrote so well about the Mumbai attacks that I feel I would trivialize the issue and their sentiments if I wrote about it too. The truth is, life as a policeman’s daughter/sister/niece/granddaughter and some more, has hardened me against violence and most of human suffering. Death to me is natural, no [...]

“Normal” Mumbai

Even as I write this my old school buddy and the newer friends are getting ready to take a train back to Mumbai, hoping the red-hot fanaticism won’t strike again in the near future. But I wonder, won’t it? Even if this wind blew over there would be a new kind of zealotry waiting in [...]