Have read this twice now. More poignant on the second reading, given how fraught questions of identity and community have become. These stories are remarkably varied in their approach and tonality. Some are about riots, others about losing trust and friendship. Others don't mention religion at all, but the undercurrent of fear and anxiety serves as a metaphor for frayed nerves and one has to know the context in which the story is written in order to understand and interpret it as a story about communalism in India.
It is also one of those collections that restores one's faith in literature at least, if not in humanity. I had assumed reading the stories would be hard, or triggering, as reading the news often is. Instead, I felt, once again, their capacity for opening up minds. Recognizing grief and fear, allowing it to be expressed, reading multiple kinds of fear and heartbreak alongside each other, can be an affirming process.