Village view

Looking in the face of death made me see the true face of life. It took me some hours blanket-wrestling in a stuffy hotelroom in rainy Sikkim, feeling high as if on an overdose of drugs, to start understanding the differences of the experience of life in the West and in India. Or in fact, […]

Day 559. Life. - Published: 4 years ago

Day 559. Life. Published: 4 years ago

Day 559. Life.

Looking in the face of death made me see the true face of life. It took me some hours blanket-wrestling in a stuffy hotelroom in rainy Sikkim, feeling high as if on an overdose of drugs, to start understanding the differences of the experience of life in the West and in India. Or in fact, […]

A village fight. Part III. Published: 4 years ago

A village fight. Part III.

It has been nine months since I first wrote about the village fight; and I only got to writing the final part now as only a few days ago Nurul told me his side of the story. I had met him some days after the fight, and he had seemed abashed when I asked him […]

A village fight. Part II. Published: 4 years ago

A village fight. Part II.

The day of the fight I had stayed the night in another household not far from Rafiq’s house. One man of the household, married to one of Rafiq’s relatives, had a party meeting that night, and I had to stay up late for him to get back home and tell me that, as I had […]

A village fight. Part I Published: 4 years ago

A village fight. Part I

[This is a post of August 2012, here re-posted as I had removed it that time to censor it]. It started with a story of a boy falling in love with a girl. And then things got complicated. The boy in the story is the 25 year old Kairul. Kairul is the oldest son in […]