Perish, unloved

I lost my love for India. Where did it go? Maybe the vultures took it. Those vultures I used to admire from afar. Mountains of ash outside Delhi, with vultures circling around them, as I saw them a decade ago, when a new heart was beating in my chest. Plains laid waste, surrendered to the…

I knew enough Hindi to tell her

Under the flyover, at the crossroads, the cars were waiting for the green light. A few steps away, on a street paved with red and white tiles, some uprooted and broken, a woman in a synthetic sari was beating a skinny girl with a stick. The girl was covering her head with her arms, trying…

Choices? Or Imagine India

Is Bombay India or does it defy India? Or both? Or is it Indian in its defiance? I guess it’s more or less the same as to ask if Moscow is Russia or if London is Britain. They aren’t. They are. The wealthy cosmopolitan Bombayites clad in Western clothes, or Indian clothes aspiring to look…