A year of heroism.
2015 has been a complicated year to identify as Indian. It’s been a year of too many natural tragedies and way too many manmade shitstorms. We banned, censored, and took offense at every possible opportunity. We sped through identity crises like it was going out of fashion. Are we tolerant? Are we a superpower? Are we free?
Tragically, we lost too many of our brothers and sisters this year. In Chennai, in Kashmir, in less televised disasters every day, like hunger and poverty and negligence.
As a country, we’ve found a permanent spot on the world stage. Modi, of course, graced literal stages around the world, rubbed shoulders with the world’s most important men, became one of them. We earned censure on that world stage, too. For our pollution. For our stances on climate change. For our oppressive majorities.
This year has presented too many moments when it became difficult – or, at the very least, complicated – to be proudly Indian. Here are some reminders of moments when our countrymen quietly made it easy.