By T S Sudhir The youth, it seems, was all set to strike red. About 20 of them were crowding around to catch the action on a carrom board, balanced on a lorry tyre. The players were on stones that served as seats. That’s when our vehicle entered Ambatpally village and to my surprise, all of them scattered just in a matter of a minute. I got off our vehicle to find out what happened. It took some time for us to figure out that the youth had mistaken us for police in mufti. “No. No. We are from the press. I am from NDTV, from … Continue reading Striking Red