We are unwilling to leave children alone with their imaginations, but the dark forests of fiction are all they need. Children don’t need messages in capsules. They need to wander through the dark forests and twisty staircases of fiction.
The walls that separate us from our less privileged neighbours are getting higher every day. Yet, all it takes is a crack in the wall for the light to get in.
In contemporary India, exclusion is hot, inclusion is not. But this land belongs as much to the Improper Indian as to the Proper Indian. The Indian identity is a constricting straitjacket rather than a comforting blanket.
Thanks to a bunch of pop-ups and restaurants, you don't have to wait for a Bohri wedding to have crisp kheema samosas, warm malai khajas and golden dabba gosht.
