Manipur, Oct. 20 -- Let me begin with a diary entry from September 2016:
One hot summer morning in Delhi, with all its dust and noises, I rushed to catch a rickshaw profusely sweating. I had to catch a metro ride from G.T.B. Nagar Metro Station to my college. The rickshaw driver drove me there after braving the atrocious traffic. Fortunately, I managed to catch my ride as soon as I reach the station platform. In the train, I notice something I have always noticed: people staring at me. The guy standing near the door, the old lady sitting at the women's reserved seat, the young lady sitting beside her, that guy who goes to Chandini Chowk and also that guy who goes to Gurgaon? all of them were staring at me. It was not because I am extraordi...