When the Aggressors ask you, Why so Aggressive?
There's a restaurant named Kwality in the city of Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh. Bhopal. It's the city where my dad grew up. Not where he was born, nor raised but where he grew up. Where he went to college, started his first job, organised his first action as an activist, built his first business, a network, a community, friendships. Bhopal is to him what LA is to me. These cities, they are our 'coming of age' stories. I was a little kid when we first visited the city but very aware of what the city meant to my dad. Very excited too, to be able to see it for my own self. Kwality, it was one of his places back in the day. We discussed the menu and placed the order. For the first time, I was about to try something called a spring roll and might I add, as the lover of spring my excitement raised even more. The little blue tea cup - a former resident of Bhopal. The memory of that first visit. Here I was, a young girl, enjoying a family vacation, having a delicious little spring
