Edited By :Somya Lakhani
I was barely five years old when my mother and I visited my aunt in Maharashtra’s Nagpur, our hometown.
I distinctly remember crossing a coterie of men in khaki shorts, surrounded by police personnel, with several barricades leading towards a residential area called Mahal.
Curious, I asked my mother if something had happened, and she replied nonchalantly, “It’s just the Sangh building.”
This is how I first came to know about the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), an inescapable part of my family life. The men in khaki shorts were a part of the RSS, headquartered at Mahal, and such groups often randomly gather there.
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Edited By :Somya Lakhani

