Dear Umar, We ought to feel outraged at yet another fake case being slapped on a friend. But such are the times that when we heard of you ...
Dear Umar,
We ought to feel outraged at yet another fake case being slapped on a friend. But such are the times that when we heard of you being brought back from Tihar jail to police custody to be interrogated in yet another FIR, the first thought that came to our minds was that we would be able to catch a glimpse of you in person. And we did, however shortly.
We are aware that any letter written to you will be pried into by several pairs of eyes. But then, there is nothing that we can’t talk about that isn’t fit to be shared by other people. Hence this open letter. The gatekeepers are welcome to join. We only hope this reaches you in due time.
Time. You are probably settling into a parallel routine of time, a slow and sluggish one. It has already been more than a month. As we think about you, we realise that the phrase “doing time” is very unsettling. Even after all the reformatory thinking that has gone into the idea of prisons in the last century or so, this appears to be the pithiest expression of what one effectively does in jail. One does time, after all.
However, it is...
