As thousands of hapless workers trudge across our highways, we all feel a sense of collective and individual guilt. The ongoing migrant crisis has seared our conscience and shaken our smug sense of a shining India rising through the global pandemic while all others collapse around us.
That's not going to happen, not at least till we recognize this crisis as symptomatic of how little we have actually achieved as a nation in the last 73 years.
That we are surprised by what's happening around us is a bit thick considering that the tragedy has been playing out in our megacities in front of our eyes.
The lives of these workers in their cramped ghettos never really interested us till they finally spilled out on the streets, shocking our delicate