There are many who crave to be free, in different ways. A wayward pop-princess wants her liberty, an exiled writer searches for her freedom of expression, these two want to merely marry. The powers-that-be have decided that they should all be denied. I sit near a neon desk reflecting on the fact that my outrage and my sorrow are not powerful enough to overturn law or opinion.
And then there is the pathetic Bajrang Dal, who believe it is wrong to love but right to harass those who do not share their belief. Sometimes I feel sorry for those frustrated men. Don’t they ever get sex?
Happy Valentine’s day, dear reader.