My friend is expecting his first child, and he said to me: My wife and I had this same conversation today. But what do we do. Where do we go?'
Why did we say what we did?
I said it because I see with my eyes and in my work, and so it comes through in my writing: in a city where the young, the able, the educated, do not have a chance, what chance will the the helpless have? Our children, our elderly parents? The animals we love?
And in Bombay, a city which is dying, I said to Rahul: where will my child study? which libraries will he or she go to? I said to him, I wanted to buy your wife a pram. But what roads will you push that pram on, which garden? There are no sidewalks in Bombay anymore. There is no clean air. People stone the dogs I feed outside my house. My neighbours say 'No Muslims.' When I landed in the city last week I thought to myself: This looks like Kabul before curfew.