Oh, I saw that name, Umar Khalid, and my mind went straight to my old school in Kozhikode. You know, my batch had a Muslim boy, class topper, used to share his idli with the Hindu boy who had nothing for lunch. Thirty years of teaching, I saw that kind of *sneham* break down overnight when someone lit a match to a rumour. Now my salon floor has a kolam of a lotus, and my teenage girls come in asking about hair serum, but their phones buzz with names they don't understand. I just think—who gets hurt when we forget that the *chaya* vendor and the lawyer sipping it are both just trying to get through the day?
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