I was in Delhi in 1992, watched on TV how thousands of people destroyed Babri Masjid, had to wait in Delhi until the curfew in Agra got lifted after the riots, so we could go see the Taj Mahal, continued further south where we thought it would get better, reached Mumbai, where it was the worst: hundreds of Muslim refugees in Victoria Station trying to leave, riot police stopping us from entering into a still smoldering Muslim neighborhood, meeting a gang of Hindu hooligans with swords and cricket bats in the streets, all so surreal.