I asked her: “Excuse me, I think you are sitting on the wrong seat.” “No, I have the window seat,” she said firmly. In a short, 100-minute journey I wasn’t too bothered about taking the window seat. In Delhi, a number of people stopped her on the street to demand that she click selfies with them. She asked me angrily: “Do people want to click selfies with me since the colour of my skin is dark?” “We Indians are not racists. Why don’t Indians care more about art?” Engaged in this half-hearted, unsubtle and unfriendly conversation, we realised we had reached Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station.

Source: Hindustan Times November 05, 2017 11:37 UTC