What gives our government the right to question our existence?
How could you claim Ram’s name, his identity and yet be oblivious of his values, his tragedy, his imperfections?
I will remember the day my city turned into a crematorium at the hands of goons.
After hearing his thoughts on Muslims, I didn't utter a sigh because I feared that he might guess my identity.
A former Muslim resident of Delhi talks about the legacies of violence.
You might not agree with everything I believe in, but you never took away my right to speak, the right to pursue my politics and most importantly, my right to …
The final chapter of a friendship spanning three decades.