In 2019, my friend invited me over to her home for a birthday dinner.
She, like I, lived in Ahmedabad. Her father was a municipal corporator within the Bharatiya Janata Party. I must admit to some trepidation. Merely a few weeks prior, I had been alone in her house with her grandfather, our friends having not arrived yet, and he’d evicted me. It left me with a lingering sense of discomfort.
