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‘Wear all the masks you want, just don’t be surprised by your face when it catches you in a mirror.’
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She was merely responding to the violent love you feel for an ideal before you abandon it, like the violent love you feel for a person before you leave him.
As the people here become distinct, each appears a type, original and ageless. Surviving Deonar must require some degree of self-fashioning, or is this simply her inability to see them in the way she sees herself, as complex and banal, as individual and symbolic, as caught in the sweep
Deonar
From a sedan windscreen, a wide-angle view of a street. The scene is slipping into a strange perspective, as if she were seeing it all, herself included, from a disembodied eye as urgent and unsteady as a surveillant camera on a mission.
Seeing
The only way to comprehend Deonar is to break it down into an endless archive of shots.
deonar
The only images of real value, she thinks, are the rejects – outtakes overwhelmed by the sun or blurred by dust, cropped edges with chaotic lines and broken faces – for the only honest composition inspired by such rupture is one that fails.
photographing deonar
To get the scent of what’s next, and how to tweak and hoist it towards what should be, that’s what he’s about, and he has sensed that it is in heartland writers and English subtitles that his generation will find its tongue.
The managers share an intimacy like that of newlyweds in an arranged marriage, not one built over time but the result of a near-identical background.
He never mentions his caste but jokes about his intolerance for spice; he introduces himself not as Naren but Agashe;
Rohit says with the confidence of that age when you discover the pleasure of opinion, and surprised to find adults listening, you fall in love with your voice.
he pushes the Marathi in his heart through the Hindi in his head out the English on his tongue:
The people who get hurt now are those who fall through the cracks or stand in the way of the juggernaut. But if growth tanks, the Brotherhood will need a scapegoat. That’s how fascists operate: they are men of hope until they are men of hate. I don’t know what shape it will take, but Iffy isn’t waiting to find out.’
Men of hate
Rosy refers to him as a ‘social worker’, a word which, if Amanda understands Deonar-speak, has unsavoury connotations that don’t always relate to philanthropy.
Social worker
