“I’ll tell you what your problem is in India,” the American businessman said. “You have too much history. Far more than you can use peacefully. So, you end up wielding history like a battleaxe, against each other.”
The American businessman doesn’t exist; he is a fictional character in my 2001 novel Riot, about a Hindu-Muslim riot that erupts in the course of the Ram Sila Poojan campaign, the forerunner of the agitation to construct a Ram Janmabhoomi temple on the site occupied for four-and-a-half centuries by the Babri Masjid. As headlines in recent days have spoken of a renewed cycle of tension and incipient conflict over the Gyanvapi issue, again over a mosque built on the site of a temple – the original Kashi Viswanath Temple – I have received several comments on the eerie similarity between art and life.

