Everyone else’s love letter becomes a story, but theirs is a headline.
A comment on the declining standards of the media.
For every attack that tortured my soul, I won't say quiet, not anymore.
You may know all this already, but in this moment you are me – a ghost of my past.
Our pens, our truths, our voices are all being stifled under saffron rule.
Dedicated to all the hum-sufferers facing high fuel prices and empty wallets.