Untrue to type

I still don't join the growing number of civil society protests, though now I would like to

This week, The Economist ran a piece on the rising aggressiveness of majorities across South Asia who feel threatened by minorities. It reminded me, a casteless, irreligious, often politically incorrect, usually mild-mannered woman — a minority, in fewer words — of when I was first woken to the possibility of being a threat of any kind. This was a long time ago, just before the current government was voted to power.

I was doing that everyday thing (DeMon made it “every day”, but that’s another matter): standing in queue at an ATM. A young woman rushed ahead of four of