The Imrana Story

October 21, 2006

Devyani Onial on some of the things she heard while visiting Imrana’s home in Muzaffarnagar last year:

One neighbour, a woman: “Don’t ask me, I am a Tyagi and that woman is a Qureishi — kasai (butcher)… Imrana’s family is Ansari — julaha (weavers), so how should we know anything about them.”

Another neighbour, Dr Mohd Hanif Tyagi: “It’s basically a property dispute. She and her husband Noor Ilahi wanted to sell this house but her in-laws didn’t want that. She has framed them. Let the case be tried. If Ali is proved guilty, then punish him.”

The SHO at the police station: “I have been posted in many areas with a high crime graph but in all my postings I have never got fame like this. Now when I walk in the market, people point towards me and say there goes the daroga.”

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