We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.