ON 3 MARCH 2020, I boarded the pink line of the Delhi metro and headed to Maujpur, the north-eastern part of the city. The metro coaches were sparsely occupied, and there was only a small trickle of people at the station, which was unusual for a Tuesday morning. Outside was a small group of members and volunteers working with ANHAD, an NGO that was coordinating relief work in the area. We split into two groups and set out. My group comprised four people: Tarun Sagar, a social activist working with ANHAD who was organising the relief effort, another ANHAD member, a journalist and me, a lawyer. We were slated to visit affected families in Shahdara, Jaffrabad and Kabir Nagar, the neighbourhoods bordering the epicentre of the riots in the previous week, which claimed, according to official estimates, 53 lives.
If it were not for the deployment of Rapid Action Force personnel at every chowk and corner, or the precision with which specific shops on the main road had been burnt down while adjacent ones were left unscathed, it would have seemed like a normal day. The helmet stores and garment shops on the serpentine streets winding through Kabir Nagar seemed undecided as to whether or not they were open, but the small food joints proclaimed their thirst for business quite cheerfully.
We wound our way past the tightly packed gullies, ringfenced with an open drain, until we reached the home of a woman who had lost her son at the height of the violence. He had been shot in the stomach on 25 February 2020 and died several hours later in a government hospital that had initially refused to treat him. It was not difficult to identify her when we arrived on her street. She was seated outside, surrounded by a small group of men and women. No one seemed to be speaking. On seeing us, she immediately went inside to bring out chairs, which were placed on the street and dusted off with her dupatta before we were invited to sit down. She had a look on her face that we had seen in many of the inhabitants of other houses devastated by the riots: a calm disbelief in the reality thrust upon her that can only be achieved after days of weeping.