Beyond the Map
A Reflection on Identity and Universal Love
The name “India” stirs a complex storm of emotions in me—sometimes a trace of bitterness, sometimes a deep remembrance of my late father, and always the image of my mother. She remains there, missing her son with the same fierce love with which she gave me birth. Isn’t that beautiful?
For years, I questioned why India “is like this or like that.” After m…
