The Ugly Conscience By Subhash Rabindra Jha It’s been a long time sixty-three years to be precise, and a long wait. The country’s free, they say not for me. Still longing for freedom, I am hoping against hope to partake of “my” dignity, respect, long overdue starving off all these, still, after all these years. I’ve been through all in whatever little “life” I’ve had, if I could use the word. Having managed to escape the ugly clutches of some beasts the other day, I ran myself into another set that saw a prey in me and raped me incessantly with...