The contradictory richness of migrant life, having makan made by a cook from Pindi, comprising of paratha made in Pakistani Punjabi way, while watching India Today TV online while a nonsensical debate on the cross border strike. Human existence is complex and textured, and does not even remotely adhere to the straightjacket binaries the news mill feeds us. In a few years, the mainstream will be cornered and independent voices on low pitch will matter a lot more.
Is the migrant life for me, mainstream as I have been a migrant since I begun recognising life as a child. Then what is home and what is foreign?