Amitava Kumar at his Substack:
Let’s call the student R. The principal of the school I was visiting said to others in the room soon after I arrived in her office, “Where is R.? Oh, he has a story to tell you.”
A smiling, bespectacled teenager entered the room. He told me his name and then began with a bold declaration: “I exist because of you.”
Turned out his father is Indian and Hindu; and his mother is a Pakistani Muslim. When she was being courted, R.’s mother read my book Husband of a Fanatic. She felt convinced after reading the book that it could be done and that perhaps it was a good thing—she could, in other words, marry the man who would later become R.’s father.
It was a good story. To make it even better, R.’s mother came to hear me at the school that day. This happened last week in Delhi, on the last day of my India trip. A visit had been arranged for me to visit the school to speak to students and sign books.
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