Those old postcards from Dras—I found one last week behind the Almirah. A soldier’s hand, shaky lettering, saying he’d trade his packed mud for a cup of our railway-station cha. Makes you wonder how many stories we filed from our safe newsrooms while real courage was chewing dust. The irony is we still can’t get our own house in order to build a better network for the next generation, bhalo?
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