Author: Tanuj Solanki

I was in the Hardcore Security uniform, in charge of opening and closing a door. It was a door made of glass. Transparent. But somehow, I could not peer inside. This was not out of an issue of darkness or light, of curtains or shutters, or even a momentary vanishing of my sight. There was… Continue reading A Migrant Worker’s Mayhem in Mumbai: An Excerpt from Tanuj Solanki’s Manjhi’s Mayhem