The films might have a happy ending. But is it really a happy ending for us who carry pepper sprays, Swiss knives, and a look of panic on our faces?
It was another night after a long day’s work. The bus was late and I reached Nungambakkam railway station at 9.20 pm — the time I usually walk home from my destination railway station. Concerned calls from my family come every single night ever since that fateful day poor 24-year-old Swathi was hacked to deathContinue reading “As I walk home from the station everyday, I’m repeatedly looking over my shoulder”
As I read about the ceasefire violations along the LoC, militant infiltration, army retaliation, thoughts ran wild. I had just finished reading Curfewed Night by Basharat Peer. The average Kasmiri days are filled with events of civilians getting killed, pellet wounds. The ‘heaven on earth’ where normalcy is crippled and loses all meaning with curfewedContinue reading “The memories of a present long gone”
It was 9 pm and Nungambakkam railway station was in its normal Friday night torpor of tired commuters going home, shop-keepers checking the clock and the lighting in power save mode. Only, this was not any other day. Earlier in the morning, this station had hit the national headlines for the gruesome murder of aContinue reading “Nungambakkam at night: Has Swathi changed it all for us suburban commuters?”