"Her father sings back: My beautiful daughter, don’t cry today. Everyone here must die. These trees around us will fall, flowers will bloom and fade, one day this world will grow old. But who are we dying for? One day our looters will learn, one day Truth will prevail, but our people will never forget you, not for thousands of years."
- An excerpt from Arundhati Roy’s ‘Walking With the Comrades’