“Mamma, why don’t you buy that dress”, asked my five-year-old pointing to a burqua.
I was left speechless, like I so often am these days.
"But that dress is so pretty, and black is your favourite colour", he persisted, sensing my hesitation.
Wanting to avoid an elaborate explanation, I muttered something it being too hot for satin, and distracted him with a poster of SRK.
But of one thing I am glad. Despite the environment of hatred and mistrust, we’ve brought him up believing that wearing or not wearing a burqua is a sartorial choice, not one dictated by religion.