Sushil Mahla and Neelam Rani are hearing- and speech-impaired, but are grateful for their disablities. In Haryana, their relationship wouldn’t have transcended the fiercely defended boundaries of caste had they been “normal”.
Monika and Vikramjeet knew that there would be repercussions to their inter-caste marriage. But they had no idea that they would have to be on the run for 12 years, escaping their murderous family.
Haryana’s sex ratio has a new casualty: Uneducated brides from Uttarakhand and Kerala who are transplanted into villages where they find no comfort or familiarity. Only in Haryana can the campaign call of “Bahu Dilao, Vote Pao” and the Twitter-ready “Selfie with Daughter” exist side by side. In the state that routinely brings up the[…]
The protest slogan is a political art form, and in Kashmir, they’ve been honing it for centuries. Zara zor se bolo? Azadi! If a single proclamation could sum up the spirit of the agitation in Kashmir, this would be it. The Valley has erupted yet again – in a fresh tizzy of stone-pelting and brazen[…]
The villagers of Ghumna Bharu in UP’s Bahraich district have refused to cast their ballots. They are sick of their elected representatives not fulfilling their poll promises. The district of Bahraich was once part of the historic Awadh region. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Awadh’s political influence spread over large parts of north India,[…]
The ivory-white Taj Mahal has protected Mumtaz Mahal’s grave from torrential rains for centuries. But one night, three years ago, heavy rains laid bare the contents of a grave in a village not very far from the marble monument and scared an 11-year-old girl senseless. The grave was inside her house and the girl’s name,[…]
The attackers had come in from the dark. Earlier on that August night, riots had broken out all around Dilshana and Kaamil Waarsi’s town, Shamli. They’d heard that gangs of rapists and cut-throats were roaming the streets of Muzaffarnagar. Darkness gathered in their single-room house, where the couple slept uneasy with their two-year-old daughter. The[…]
Patang nasha hai,” Mohammad Aslam tells me, his eyes glinting with excitement in the dim winter sun. We are on the tiny terrace of the sexagenarian’s modest home in Lucknow, where he is sunning his freshly hennaed hair. A cage full of fighter pigeons coo about in a corner, waiting for Aslam to begin their[…]
The last villages on the border before the Line of Control remind me of territories that were once ravaged by war. The lands of Akhnoor might never have witnessed soldiers in open hand-to-hand combat and it isn’t as if the streets are lined by bodies, but there is an overwhelming presence of death. It is[…]
Fifteen-year-old Babu*, known among his Facebook friends as Babu Virus on the Net, is no stranger to the police. The diminutive teenager with a thin face, a straggly moustache, and short hair swept high at the forehead, could pass off as any other adolescent in B-town India, save for his world-weary eyes – and his[…]