Decorum and Poise

At least twice or thrice every year, when I was in school, the law college hostel became a hot spot. Riots broke out. Buses were hijacked, even burned. Shop windows were shattered by rocks and soda bottles. Storefronts shuttered as violence erupted. For a while, we lived near one of the city’s most infamous artsContinue reading “Decorum and Poise”