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.
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.