An unreasonable political wind took flight in my head, and I threw in a copy of The Upanishads as well. The purpose—to get my grandmother back to Delhi (a Shravan Kumar-esque activity, best done with a teeka in place)—was half-achieved. All there was to do was to see as much of the city as possible in just under three days. “We eat with Indians”, “We work with Indians”, “Our boss is Indian” and “We share personal problems with Indians” were some of them. Letter From... is Mint on Sunday’s antidote to boring editor’s columns.

Source: Mint September 23, 2017 18:11 UTC