“Bas idhar…stop here.”Rhea got down from the rick. Millat Nagar. In another area, this would have been a posh gated estate, with uniformed security and a visitor’s entry book. All the best to you, she thought to herself. She carefully put the ex… Continue reading

In a nondescript city service bus in a nondescript north Indian town, a father and his daughter were making their journey home. You wouldn’t look twice at them even if you were sitting right opposite – a plain looking teenager who wore her salwar … Continue reading

After the first few highly charged sessions, the Ijtema (conference) fell into a gentle routine. Sadiq met a few more of his old friends and fellow activists, and was engrossed in animated conversations and camaraderie with them. He introduced Ash… Continue reading

The first part of a middle chapter in a book that I intend to write one day. You like?***”Hey, wait!” a girl’s voice shouted behind her. She turned around and saw a girl, hurriedly wrapping a really large dupattah around her head, running and wavi… Continue reading