The day at the booth

'Wins and losses are one thing, but sending a message is in my opinion something even stronger', says the author

It was voting day here in Bengaluru and so the wife, the mongrel Bagha and I drove to the polling booth down the road. The place was a school on Bore Bank Road, a narrow lane that adjoins the railway tracks. There were cars and bikes parked all around the school’s gate and so I had to stop the car a short distance away. I left a window down for Bagha to gawk at the world (I thought briefly of taking him along and putting on my sunglasses, pretending he was a guide dog, but then thought better of it).

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