You. Yes, that’s you, ma’am. And you, sir. It doesn’t matter whether we know each other or not. And I am not sure if you noticed. But you, and I, are stained in red. With the blood of a sixteen year old.   May be you don’t know about this. May be you do, but don’t care. Maybe you were too busy proving your secular … Continue reading An Eid stained in red – Yogesh Parmar