subcontinent

There are no plans, just people fooling themselves by attempting to design their fates and futures. It makes them feel invincible, even if it__ for a transient period of time.

And what is gossip anyway?Just fragments of sad accounts, maneuvered and mutilated year after year for our sinful pleasure.

After everything is said and done, a memory remains a treacherous thing_How long does one cling on to the people they__e lost? How long could I have remembered my grandfather? How long had it been since I forgotten him and my mind began harbouring other things?

People recover differently. Some change cities, some fall in love and some begin writing.

That particular fear has the texture you can neither forget nor describe. It is like the fear of the victims of an earthquake, of people who have lost faith in the stillness of the earth. And yet it is not the same. It is without analogy for it is not comparable to the fear of nature, which is the most universal of human fears, nor to the fear of violence of the state, which is the commonest of modern fears. It is the fear that comes from the knowledge that normalcy is utterly contingent, that spaces that surround one, the streets that one inhabits, can become, suddenly and without warning, as hostile as a desert in a flash flood. It is this that sets apart the thousand million people who inhabit the subcontinent from the rest of the world - not language, not food, not music - it is the special quality of loneliness that grows out of the fear of the war between oneself and one's image in the mirror.

India is not a nation, nor a country. It is a subcontinent of nationalities.