When Banu Mushtaq won the prestigious Booker Prize, I was filled with great joy. This joy, I observed within myself, was not cloured by a linguistic pride or nationalistic pride. To use an image, it felt like sunbathing on a winter day or having a glass of cool water from the earthen pot on a hot summer day. Her acceptance speech brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn't immediately decipher why.
So, I transcribed the speech for myself and began underlining the portions that moved me deeply. Then it became clear why Banu Mushtaq's win meant so much to me.
Her emphasis on building bridges, celebrating diversity, resisting divisiveness, and thinking of literature as a sacred space stood out. More importantly, it was a timely reminder to us that we need a world where every story matters, every voice is heard, and every person belongs.
It was the soft affirmation in this statement that made the moment of Booker stand out; it became much more than just a proud moment for India and Kannada.

