And there falls one Gauri Lankesh. Some read it and felt outraged while some others read to feel sorry. Some went a step ahead and protested, some others a step back to draw conclusions. Some said it was wrong, some called it cold and barbaric. Some chose not to say at all and still some were left to say what should not have been said: “ਦੇਸ਼ ਵਿਚ ਹਾਲ ਮਾੜੇ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਨੇ” (things have gone worse in the country). What seemed more sorrifying to me was the latter lot whose haplessness lent a meek and tacit acceptance to such a disgraceful act and who most inconveniently had to settle by discounting it as the “new normal” that had lost its charm in an age of suppressive nationalism and its deafening din. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. An injustice to one is a threat made to all. Perhaps, Montesquieu did know, eons ago, the implications in his prophecy of a torn and bleak future in which were to be written to eke out our existence. Is it our indifferen