Guest post by DILIP D’SOUZA

Starting today eighteen years ago, for much of December and January (and then March 12), Indian killed Indian on the streets of my city. Terror at its most elemental: I felt it then. I saw it then. Others told me about it then.

Some memories of those weeks, in no particular order but they all still make my hair stand on end.

• The man I met in a bed in JJ Hospital whose account of what happened to him reminded me acutely of Saadat Hasan Manto’s chilling and tiny story, “Mishtake“. Continue reading City in Terror: Dilip D’Souza →