Fiction My husband was arrested tonight. What was his crime? He used a bicycle to travel from home to his office and back. We live in Bhatti Mines, a wild side of Delhi where the jungle mingles with the spiritual. Bhatti Mines is a reserved forest, strictly speaking. But the forest has been encroached upon by people of all sorts. They say that we are encroachers too though we lived here long before the land was declared reserved forest. They tried to throw us out of here many, many years ago. We refused to go. So Sanjay Gandhi, Indira Gandhi’s infamous son, decided to leave this land to us. Our ancestors called it Sanjay Colony in his honour. Our ancestors were too illiterate to know what Sanjay Gandhi meant, let alone what his politics meant. Today, long after Sanjay Gandhi and his sterilisations are dead, when the land has been declared reserved forest, there are all kinds of religious people who call themselves swamis and babas and gurus that build fences r
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