"You mean the Chandela time when the temples of Khajuraho were built," said Indira and waved a finger at me.

      "What was that supposed to mean?" I said.

      "Oh, you don't know, do you? In that case you have a surprise coming, Peter. And you are right, you won't be able to see any on that in Delhi here, New or Old. I'll have to take you to Khajuraho for that. Still, I love it here. The old part of Delhi is still full of impressive reminders of our pre-colonial history. Being here gives me hope that we might rebuild ourselves to what we once were. That's what the mosques and monuments represent, and the old forts and grand old buildings. New Delhi, in contrast, is a totally different city altogether. I don't want to be there. It's a foreign city, an imperial city. It was built by the British Raj, the representative of the British Empire. New Delhi is a giant monument to the occupation of our country and its economic destruction that stands unseen behind the beautiful and spacious tree-lined avenues and the monstrous government buildings. I could never force myself to live there since the fate of the Dalits is so closely linked to the pompous arrogance of the imperial oppression that is reflected in that city. The Dalits had a far better life during the Islamic Age."

      I agreed with her that the solution to the Dalits' problem would never be found on the platform that is represented in the colonial city, the ghost of which apparently still lingered on throughout the country. I suggested to her however that the Dalits' problem is more a universal problem than being a problem unique to India. I told her that the international financial 'Thevars', the banks, the IMF, the currency traders, the speculators, the global economic pirates, pursue the same course of action that the Thevars of India pursue against the Dalits. "The financial 'Thevars' just do it on a much larger scale," I said. "They are destroying entire continents in their arrogance, to the point of killing people with the same kind of economic sanctions that the Thevars use in India. The imperial mode is still in operation. It is killing people all over the world, quietly, without bullets and without knives, just as the Dalits were treated in the period of the occupation. In India, that's when things began to deteriorate. That is also why empires always fall, because they destroy the human foundation they depend on."

      I told Indira that I could understand perfectly why she wouldn't want to live in New Delhi, the New Imperial City, that historically represents this destructive mentality.

      "The same also happens on the smallest scale," said Indira. "No male will ever understand fully the discrimination against woman that happens all over the world, especially in marriages. Spousal murder, spousal rape, spousal abuse, should all be regarded as contradictions. Instead, they are accepted, they are tolerated, and they are even defended as internal family matters that society should not concern itself with. And that's only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. That is why I was never married. As a doctor, I have seen too many horror shows, and heard tragic stories that you wouldn't believe. And believe me, those stories were reluctantly told, often intermixed with many tears, since most women are ashamed to talk about their entrapment into situations they can never escape from. That is why I love your discovery of the principle of the universal marriage of mankind. It takes away those boundaries that entrap people into artificial situation that become exploited and become inhuman. Aren't we all children of a common humanity? I love your song. It sounds like hugs and kisses to me, but why has it taken so long for us human beings to put this truth on the map?"

      "Maybe the people are scared to break with popular opinions and the underlying sophistry," I suggested to Indira.

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