I have no ‘hot takes’ on the Ayodhya verdict.
The more I read ‘hot takes’ the less I understand what it really, truly means.
Immediately after the verdict I read a flurry of jubilant posts and messages struggling to square them with my hometown. It is difficult to imagine home as the epicentre of a seismic change in your country and history. Because home is always simply what it is – home.
A place so unique in your imagination, so full of peculiarities and specificities that it cannot easily morph into Xanadu in a hegemonic generic narrative of Hindu nationalism.

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