English

We explore – earn and exist – with a language of old exploitation. Like a mulatto, Indian English is a hybrid. It’s as our culture – there’s a unity in diversity. We winnow ideas out of dialectal chaff. Language mustn’t be imposed. Linguistic extremism is a myopia. Wherever you grow, your mom and hue remain the same, but your tongue can be changed from the cradle. English thrives above creeds and colors, connecting continents, never demanding a passport. First appeared in The Literary Hatchet