The land is tawny as far as the eye can see. On the Pune-Solapur expressway, mirages are puddles of molten glass, sluggish and viscous. The sky is a bleached blue and the sunshine merciless. This land holds death, and life, too. Off the road to Bijapur is Kusur village. This is border country, Adil Shahi country. The graffiti say Jai Maharashtra, but almost half the population speaks Kannada, too. The […]