Status Updates From Ten Incarnations of Rebellion

Did I understand, then, what freedom would mean? What it would cost, whom it would hurt, how we would fail a million times over? No. But I knew that we could overcome any tribulations, because an Indian woman with a dead rebel father and a hanged rebel heart could stand in this building and know her land now belonged to her.

I wondered whether Bashar and Omar had had the right idea, clinging to whatever love they could give each other because this brutal life could end more quickly than any of us thought

But righteous rage alone could not save India, or we would have been free long ago. If loss or sacrifice or passion were enough to stop the British, the whole world would be rid of them.