Despite being an exhaustive and immersive read, the book falls short of being a real game-changer.
My nation has always been much more than the political party on its throne. And so has my nationalism.
The neem tree in my ancestral home's courtyard is more proof of my nationalism than any citizenship documents will ever be.
The Komal Sharmas are left free but someone like Safoora Zargar, who fought for democracy and love, is behind bars.
An encounter with the social media hate factory over a poster of a tricoloured-hijab-wearing woman.
A poetic story of a skinny Muslim girl in India.
Saffron – both the spice and the colour of patriotic fervour – is poisonous when consumed in excess.
The opinions we hold as we grow up are shaped at an early age and are often a reflection of our immediate environment.
The spectacular similarity with the contemporary political scenario and its critique is a bold divergence from Bollywood's hero-worship culture.