by RAFIL KROLL-ZAIDI
Go, Amitabh-ji. Buy him off. Buy him off when there’s nothing left to purchase. This boy who would have been rich, who went abroad to seek his fortune and to die. He who would be brother but for the Radcliffe Line. You, who were born to the united India in whose eye he was not yet a gleam. You, prince who has retaken his kingdom. You, king, born subject—to all those straight-backed stiff-lipped Boyles and Beaufoys. You, born in Allahabad, God’s city. Your Sikh mother from what is now Pakistan. You who were, once, called the Angry Young Man. You who were the Muslim coolie Iqbal Khan.
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You, the answer to question number one, for one thousand rupees. You, for whose autograph Jamal Malik swam a sea of human excrement.
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