Every year on August 15, back in my school in Pune, India, Independence Day followed the same script: the flagpole painted a fresh matte silver; Mr. Shinde, the PE Teacher, checking and rechecking the strategically tied halyard around the furled flag; the drumbeat echoing across the courtyard; the headmaster’s speech drifting into the sometimes misty,Continue reading “Between Anthem and Conscience”
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