India, Dec. 29 -- You call me brother. Bibtya Bhau. But like all brothers, we seem to be in a property dispute. Recently, in Bhayandar, one of mine injured seven of yours. The claws and teeth did what they were made to do. One of your newspaper headlines said "Bhayandar wakes to terror". I assure you, the terror ran both ways. Did you not see him? Stuck in an apartment block. Cornered. Cowering in a stairwell while you made quick videos of him. He was afraid, which made him angry; he was scared, which made him snarl. The only thing he knew was to lash out.

But we have known each other for a long time. We share this city between us. Fear and anger should not be the only ways we see each other. Because the first thing you should know (and ...