"Brilliant, brilliant!" he exclaimed. And then walked away. "Who was he?" I wondered.
They were in love. They expressed it to themselves. They wanted to proclaim this to the world. It's their life. It's their love. It's their decision. During a visit to the Charminar, I saw their proclamation. They inscribed their names on the monument. Not just this couple, but many more. Not just at one place, but at every place on the monument they possibly could. Indeed, it was their life. Their love. They had all the freedom to express it. At least, not at the cost of vandalising a more than four centuries old monument. It was vandalism, no doubt. The all too glaring inscriptions spoiled the very look of the monument, defacing it. In the early 1990s, when I was working for Deccan Chronicle, this was our system. We would type out our news reports. The original would be handed over to the desk. A carbon copy would be kept in the reporting bureau. Another copy would be sent to the sister publication Andhra Bhoomi. The office boy would generally be asked to go to that pla...