‘We are not the midwives of history, much as we may wish. We are merely specks of flotsam riding the waves of destiny. And time is a strange dimension. It yields different results depending on the horizons we choose. Perhaps the annals of the future will record that moment not as a time when the Angrez finally gained control over India, but as a precise point when their rule became irrevocably illegitimate. They rule bodies today, but maybe that was the moment when they lost minds and hearts forever.’
